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My Poem “Big Heart”
I care about people... I care about places... I care about things that matter to me... I care about the people who care about me... I care about the places that I have visited that will always have a connection to me... I care about the things that will always interest me, anchor me, thrill me, and inspire me... I have welcomed many people into my circle of friends and I have trusted some people as if they were family - but, occasionally, unfortunately, I have had my trust taken for granted... I have found myself in places of extreme beauty that I loved every moment I was there - but, because I shared my time with others who have over time seemingly put me on mute, whenever I return to some places I see and I hear echoes of the past that, because I am who I am, have not faded from my memory... I have had things of mine taken away from me - things that I have had to adapt to living without; however because everything of importance, at one time or another, always leaves an indelible impression on me the touch of something, of somewhere, or of someone lingers on and can never be banished from the limitless world within of my big heart.
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Sunday Ramble: 23-10-22
My Poem “Lost and Found”
It’s been a long time since I wrote like this… It’s been a long time since I felt like this… It’s been a long time since I felt as if I were adrift… It’s been a long time since I made a wish… It’s been a long time since I felt as if I had nothing else to anchor me except for my family and my poetry… It’s been a long time since I looked in the mirror and I did not recognize who was looking back at me... It’s been a long time since I saw some of the muses who over the last ten years have knowingly, or unknowingly, inspired me... It’s been a long time since I experienced a true new beginning - but now that I have been left by those who I once thought I knew and who I thought knew me, I believe that I am having to walk while fully awake – where before, perhaps, I had only been sleep-walking... It’s been a long time, but I think I know who I am now… It’s been a long time, but I think I get the message clear and loud… It’s been a long time, but I think I have been touched by a light like the sunlight that eventually breaks through even the darkest of clouds… It’s been a long time, but I think I have arrived somewhere where I have acquired what I have been looking for – somewhere I can only acquaint to being some kind of poetic Lost and Found.
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