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My Poem “The Olympia”
From the moment that I saw it in the window of the Cancer Research UK charity shop, I knew that I had to step inside and buy something that writers have used for years to type, to print, and to share their ideas with others the world over since its invention... from the moment that I saw the Olympia typewriter, I felt as if I were immediately drawn to it for some reason that I can not yet explain... there was something about the Olympia - something that spoke to me, as if the typewriter itself was talking to me, beckoning to me, to become its new owner and take it home with me so that it could be a talisman for me in all my future literary endeavours... from the moment that I stroked my fingers upon the black keys of the Olympia, I felt a moment of connection with whomever it was the typewriter had previously belonged and I knew that I was always meant to possess it, to use it, and to take it with me on the next chapter of my writing journey... from the moment that I held my silver pen that I used to write hundreds of my poems, when I first became a writer, I also remember feeling a similar impression of instant inspiration - and that is why I believe that something wonderful and transformative awaits me, and will elevate me to new heights of poetry, because I have now have at my fingertips the totem of my kin that is my typewriter: The Olympia.
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My Poem “Threads”
I have always been a natural detective at heart... I have always been appreciative of details - like the hidden messages that artists like to weave within the tapestry of their particular art... I have always been an observer of the cosmos... I have always been of the opinion that because the universe is so big, so varied, so full of things that have happened and will happen that we will never know, there is no question that there is no greater mystery than that of the endless frontier of space. Not everything is meant to be known; however, some people will always want to know as much as they can about something that peaks their curiosity... not everyone can be known for who and what they are, nor for what they represent; however, everybody can become naturally synonymous with certain things and with being a certain way that, over time, people can become accidentally famous, or even infamous, simply by being themselves and doing what they love to do so effortlessly. To some people, everything is about all appearances... to some people, actions echo louder than words... to some people, when they make their mark upon the world, it can be hard for them to differentiate between what they think of themselves and what opinion other people have of them... to some people, when they find out that the world, the universe, the reality outside their mind is different than they thought it was they find themselves reformulating their idea of what they know about themselves, as well as about others, as they follow the clues left behind of the remaining, ever-present, threads.
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