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A Poem A Day #371: Soleil
My Poem “Celestially Lit”
Last night the tail of a meteorite streaked across the sky... last night a star fell to Earth and as it burnt up in the atmosphere those who were lucky to be looking up were hynotized by the sight of this interstellar visitor being transformed from a space rock into a fireball of energy and light. Whenever a piece of the cosmos gets so close to our world that it can almost touch it there is always something magical about it... whenever our ancestors witnessed an interstellar phenomenona they always found a way to somehow make a record of it - because it was always believed that whenever a piece of outer space was seen by the people of our planet it was a sign and potentially heralding a time of great change was due to begin. Today I could feel that something had indeed changed... today I could feel that something - call it a wave of fate - was carrying me to somewhere I needed to be once again... today I could feel this pull - like the force of gravity - take me away and remind me of who I used to be once upon a time and who I will always be no matter where I am or who I am with... today was beautiful, amazing, and transformative in so many ways... today was full of life, nature, and bright sunshine that shone down from above and made sure that everything that I saw and everywhere that I went my eyes were gifted by the beauty of our world that can only be seen when nature is spectacularly and celestially lit.
My Poem “Golden”
The golden light of the sun setting shone through my bedroom window, as I sat thinking about time, my life, the world, the universe and the fact that I am truly blessed by what I have and what I treasure more than I could every say... the blinding light of the sun that fills my eyes with glorious sunshine inspires my thoughts and enlightens my soul and makes me think about what and who makes me happy every day... the stream of sunlight that I am graced with showers me with a purpose and makes me smile, sigh, and feel like a child again... the light of the world that I see is exquisite and the mysteries of the Multiverse that I think about as I feel myself being carried away as if by the tide of some interstellar ocean of energy take away any feelings of regret and pain... the sun will always be there for you, as the sun had always been there for me, like the personification of a shepherd that guides their flock to where they need to be, at the same time communicating with light what can never be told... the glow of daylight, as it transitions into twilight, is bright, clear, breathtaking and shows just how much of life and everything that we are all bound to is made up of a spirit that is truly golden.
My Poem “Solaris”
A blue sky above your head... the sun shining brightly... a day at the beach with friends... walking through a park while enjoying the sights and the sounds all around that resonate with natural beauty... a smile, a laugh, a series of newly made memories... a song, a vibe, something that leaves an impression of itself with you... a roller-coaster at a funfair that sees you going up, down, and sideways... a ceremony of matrimony that reminds everybody who witnesses it that a certain combination of souls are meant to be bound together like glue... a family get-together... an event you don't want to miss... a trip to somewhere that you swear you will remember forever... there are some things that feel perfect and feel made to be because of the touch, the light and the energy that is captured from the Sun and made a part of us that we would never want to miss.
My Poem “Arise”
Like a wave of solar energy, the solstice and the longest day heralded the arrival of not only new light, but also of new hope, of new optimism, and also a new reason to live and a new reason to love, as well... like a soft breeze through a field of daisies, the sight of nature all around us reminds all who want to see it the unbreakable connection that exists between all things that is so innocent, so important, so serene, so peaceful, so beautiful... like a dream made real, wherever people get the opportunity to embrace the gift of what nature is - like when someone sets foot upon the wet sand of a beach or they go for a paddle in the shallows of the sea; or like in 1966 when Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon - there is always this impact and this imprint made that reverberates like a guitar string or like the skin of a drum... like a drop of water on a desert floor, like a tap on a windowpane by the beak of a bird, like the moment a child first sees their reflection, like the moments when you feel as if time has stood still for you for some reason, or like watching a butterfly flutter their wings - there is so much detail, depth, meaning, and spirit to feel, to breathe in, to embrace, and to make a part of you, from which there is no knowing what will follow; but sometimes you have to let things arise naturally - like the spark of love, life, light that can be seen in a person's eyes.
My Poem “The Switch”
When I first began writing poetry it was like a light had been switch on... when I first began writing poetry it was at the same time that I fell in love... when I first began writing poetry it was like walking outdoors and feeling the touch of the sun... when I first began writing poetry it was like I already knew that I was a poet for life and not just for the moment. Some things you think you know for sure and forever - but then they change... some people you think you know as well as you know your own face - but then they take a hard left down an unexpected alley... some things look perfect with the right lighting - but their flaws become apparent when seen in the light of day... some people look idealistic from far away - but up-close everybody's cracks are exposed like the shadows of monuments in a valley. I didn't know what was inside of me until I found the right person with the right key to unlock the door of my library of internal poetry... I didn't know what would happen after I started walking down this road that I have been on now for years - but I knew that would never be truly alone and that there would always be something and someone with me... I didn't know what it meant to have been found until I felt my eyes, my mind, my heart, my ears, my soul open wide and never want to miss a thing about anything and everything ever again... I didn't know what lay beyond the horizon, in outer space, or in the dark, until I saw that there is always a way and a gift for me to turn to and to turn on whenever I want to like a switch.
A Poem A Day #158: Lux
My Poem “Park People”
Parks are wonderful places... Parks are beautiful oases... Parks are where people run and walk through... Parks are can be islands of every size where people sit, exercise, get a sun tan, have a party, or have a picnic, and where people who know each can all gather together to enjoy their own company as well as consume thirst quenching beverages and some of their favourite food. Parks are also the places where those who are homeless go to every night to lay down upon the grass and sleep... Parks are where people young and old can rejuvenate themselves and be reminded of memories and experiences that they will always want to keep... Parks can have amusements, rides, sights and sounds that cannot be found anywhere else on Earth... Parks can be where things are lost as well as where things can be found - and Parks can also be at both the beginning as well as at the end of a particular search. Parks often have benches... Parks often have plants and animals that people can make a connection with with all five of their senses... Parks are where some people want to be laid to rest after they die... Parks all have paths that allow the people who visit them to navigate through to them from every side... Parks are for everything and for everybody and the importance of their preservation to all life on Earth is unestimable - but there are those who may not be able to enjoy nature as much as they would hope, and then their are those who take every opportunity, whenever they can, to embrace every moment that they get to embody what it means and to be someone who might affectionately describe themselves, or might perhaps be described as being, one of the many "Park People".
My Poem “The Blackout”
One second there was light
and the next there was darkness…
One second all was bright
and the next I couldn’t see
my hand in front of my face…
One second I was looking at
my phones illuminated screen
and the next I was using the torch
of my phone to guide my way…
One second the sun was shining
and the next it had completely
disappeared below the horizon
heralding the end of the day.
I still remember those days
and those nights when I was a child
when the power used to go out
every now and again –
but whenever it happens now
it is always a complete and utter surprise
to the degree that some people
still attempt to flick light-switches
on and off multiple times
perhaps believing that they can cause
somekind of electrical reset.
It’s strange looking out of the window
at night and seeing all the streetlights off…
it’s odd having no power, no light,
and no heat for a short amount of time –
but such an experience does make you truly appreciate how much we all
do sometimes take for granted
the gift of instant electricity,
and how much when we do not have it
at out disposal some of us feel immediately lost.
When the lights come on again,
when the TV screens flicker back to life,
and when we no longer have any further need
for the torches and the candles that we
had lit as temporary sources of light,
we all feel thankful to be able
to see clearly and to feel comfortable
once again in our world of modern enlightenment
that for a time had been taken away from us
by the inconvenience of a brief
but significant neigbourhood blackout.
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