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“Get Out There”
My Poem “Talisman”
Something to remind you of somebody far away - a loved one, a friend, someone who you think about every day... something as simple as an object that somebody gave you for safe keeping and also to remember them by... something personal - like a watch passed down and worn on the wrist of generations of ancestors and their descendants - that symbolizes a way back through time... something like a mantra that is repeated over and over again to open a door inwards and outwards... something like a candle that we use when the power goes out and we have to use the only precious light that we have to see the path before us... something like a photograph taken when visiting somewhere indescribable and meaningful with someone who is a daily hand to hold and a guide back to solid ground when we find ourselves far from land... something that gives us a feeling of hope, optimism, as well as a forward momentum - because to us they will always be a talisman.
A Poem A Day #335: Like Clockwork
A Poem A Day #334: Another Life
My Poem “True Empathy”
People sometimes say that you can't fake chemistry... People sometimes say that opposites attract... People sometimes say that they don't like poetry... People sometimes say that there is no one more perfect person to talk to than someone who "gets you" - someone who understands you, someone who does not judge, someone who believes in you, someone who is intrigued by you, someone who sees themselves you, someone who is on the same path as you - because, like you, they are in every way a kindred soul and a fellow empath. People are sometimes drawn together... people cannot live in a vacuum... people sometimes work better when they are working through things and exchanging things with each other... people who have spent too much time seeing others only on zoom have to take some time to take a step back, to take a step out of a frame, and to meet people outside of the four walls, the ceiling, and the floor of a room. People are capable of perceiving multiple layers of life at once - but when it comes to understanding all sides and all depths of something it can take some time to gain enough experience and wisdom for them give back a learned, measured, and an intelligible response... people are willing to give a little to get alot - but some people do not want to wait for what they expect is coming to them. People live in worlds of their own making that overlap with the internal and the external worlds of others... some people are happy to talk, some people are happy to listen - but most people are unwilling to talk from the heart, to listen with more than their ears, to think about anything or anybody other themselves, because they are just waiting for their time to shine; however, there are those people whom we have all met, who we may have known for years or perhaps we only knew for a short time, who know the true meaning of give and take - because they can always cut through the static of chaos and find the light hiding behind the darkness of lies that some people like to tell - like some kind of truth seeker with the profound gift of true empathy.
My Poem “Sombre”
Life definitely feels different now... the strings of life are definitely playing more sombrely and vibrating on a more downbeat frequency... life definitely feels like there has been a conglomeration of uncertain clouds... there is no music to be heard - however people are talking about what is on everybody's mind, because there is a mutual feeling of loss at the passing of the people's queen. The people of the United Kingdom and the world all appear to be in a state of shock and remorse... we all knew what happened would happen one day, but we were not ready for it - but how could anybody prepare themselves for a loss that feels so great, it is as if the direction of the country and it's people are aboard a boat thay is now sailing off course. People are walking around somewhat in a daze... people are not saying much, but it is obvious how they are feeling from the expressions on their face... people are keeping calm and carrying on - just as they have always been told they have to after losing someone who meant something to them since they were young; but right now I think everybody feels as if they have lost someone who felt more like a family member than a sovereign... people come, people go - but when you grow up with someone, and you one day lose that person, you naturally feel sad, and the atmosphere that surrounds you and everyone connected to you who knew them also is always sombre.
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