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A Poem A Day #104: The O Factory
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A Poem A Day #103: Elementary
My Poem “Changing Voices”
The voice of a writer, an artist, a singer, a director, or a storyteller naturally changes over the course of their career, because, like every muscle that anyone uses regularly, the more that someone uses their gift of experience and imagination the more that they are able to act, to articulate, to show, or to say something without even having to think that much about it - because over time some things become effortless and as a result are able to grow and to morph into a state of being able to reform into any vision or personification of anything or anyone imaginable... the voice of people slowly but surely gets deeper as they grow older... the voice of people mostly gets wiser as they mature... the voice of a person's internal dialogue with themselves can get more insightful when attempting to answer life-long questions of meaning, reason, and choice... the way that people communicate with one another has been evolving since our ancestors used to spend their time sitting around a fire while sharing their beliefs and opinions about what they saw above them when they looked up at the night sky, as well as wondering what or who created them and everything - so it should be of no surprise for anyone that everybody over the course of their life will experience what it is like to hear their own voice changing.
A Poem A Day #102: Those Distant Stars
A Poem A Day #101: The Sphere
A Poem A Day #100: Charm
My Poem “When Hope Eclipses Fear”
The other night the Wolf Moon shone big and bright in the sky... last night, before darkness fell, the evening sky looked as if it had been painting purple... this morning the bright white moon continued to be a spectacle to behold long after sunrise - however for some reason the Moon looked more distant from Earth than it had been just two days ago, and it was at that moment that I realized that Winter had officially arrived. You can never truly know what will happen during the season of Winter - other than it will be cold, it will be wet, and occasionally it will be freezing and naturally slippery under foot... you can never truly predict how the elements will effect you, nor how testing this time will be... you can never truly know what to do, what to eat, what to wear - other than to make sure that you keep warm and think even more about the needs and the well-being of those you love... you can never truly predict what the conditions of an average Winter day will be - but you should definitely anticipate that certain things might take longer to do, you should remember to not take anything for granted, and if you have to travel somewhere you should consider whether you have everything that you need to get you from point A to point B. Winter can be full of a spectrum of moments - ranging from the stark white of a fresh snowfall to the spectacular golden light of a sunrise or a sunset... Winter can be full of beautiful stillness, especially at twilight, when the stars at night shine brighter than at any other time of the year... Winter can be full of many colours, stories, and surprises that find a way of highlighting why for many reasons Winter is when we see people at their best... Winter can be full of uncertainty - but with the help of those who truly make a difference and who matter the most Winter can be the season when hope eclipses fear.
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