Aloha chitlins......:)
Greetings from the NYC area where Mother Nature has yet to figure out if it is fall, winter or spring.......apparently she's as confused as the rest of us....:)
I've posted a couple of poems since my last "Intermezzo" update...the most recent, "Beginnings" I wrote last year and the two before that "The Key" and "H2O" was written in my 20's...I'm hoping to complete the obscene amount of partially completed poems that span the last 15-20 years hopefully before I start collecting Social Security- assuming it's still around when I'm ready to cash in that is....of course that's a whole other discussion...in the meantime I have plenty of already completed poems to keep posting so I shall continue as planned........
I'm happy to report that a bout of insomnia last nite led to some major progress on a very new poem, so we shall see where that goes. I figure if you can't sleep, might as well write.....don't you agree????
So why am I here, and why am I doing this??? good question...not sure, but I'm interested in finding out where this goes. My goal is to post my poetry which I've written over the years, although a lot of it was written in my 20's which happened to be a fairly intense period in my life on many levels. Like any creative process, it is highly personal but not entirely autobiographical, but most definitely born out of intense emotion, both good and bad...so here it goes:)
Friday, April 8, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Beginnings
The story not written,
a path left to unfold.
Blank pages lay lifeless
that have yet to be told.
What feeds you,
your essence,
this body
of light.
The lyrics inside you,
the song you must write.
Muted voices,
stifled words.
A melody
of silence,
a darkness
that blinds.
Give reason to being.
A breath whispered to life,
that was never
alive.
Give voice to a fire
that lays dormant
within.
A spark to ignite,
and so it begins.....
a path left to unfold.
Blank pages lay lifeless
that have yet to be told.
What feeds you,
your essence,
this body
of light.
The lyrics inside you,
the song you must write.
Muted voices,
stifled words.
A melody
of silence,
a darkness
that blinds.
Give reason to being.
A breath whispered to life,
that was never
alive.
Give voice to a fire
that lays dormant
within.
A spark to ignite,
and so it begins.....
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