A Poem A Day #365 – Special Bonus Episode: A Poem for Every Day of the Year
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My Poem “Self-reflection”
My life has always been one of constant reinvention... every day the man in the mirror reminds me that you cannot move forwards if you continue to live your life in reflection... my life has always been one of questions, answers, and the pursuit of mystery... every day the voice within me tells me to never give up, to stay true to myself, and no matter what I do continue to be a poet and an author of my own poetry. We can only live our lives by embracing what feels right at the time... we can only see what we capture with our eyes... we can sometimes only be free when we are sleeping and dreaming at night... we can only compare two sides when we are given a deeper insight. Some people will never truly know you, nor ever understand why you do what you do and sometimes that can be frustrating - especially when you want someone to "get you", to like you, and to want to engage with you... some people can be drawn to people, some people can be intimidated by people, some people can be intrigued by people, some people can know people as soon as they meet them, because they see themselves in them as if they were their own reflection.
A Poem A Day #365: It’s a tradition
A Poem A Day #364: Garden of Inspiration
A Poem A Day #363: Here Be Dragons
A Poem A Day #362: The Feeling
A Poem A Day #361: Hang Out
A Poem A Day #360: Live Long and Prosper
My Poem “Bells”
As the church bells ring out on a bright and beautiful Sunday morning the resounding music is so captivating that I always find myself stopping and just listening to the voice that has for me always been enchanting, and which for me has always heralded, reminded, and symbolized the gloriousness of the divine. The sound of bells playing in synchronicity that echoes from the bell-free of a church in the countryside or within the cathedral of a city is something that is unmistakably a thing of beauty... the ringing of bells by the pull, the release, and the capture of a rope, or by the timely movement of someone's hand, is a magical and inspiring gift of the soul - like the most meaningful and heartfelt of poetry. When a bell rings, when a bell is played, when a bell sings, when a bell says what it was always cast to say, a resonating spirit and rhythm comes into being - like the heartbeat within a person's chest - and if every heart within everybody, everywhere, all around the world, were to strike in time, and if they could all be heard as one, it would be like hearing the beautiful music of life's eternal bells.
