The power of a poem. Please visit and read.
There is a secret around the corner
that the roses will be red instead of pink;
the sunset and sunrise will both illuminate
the dark moments – far more eloquently than any word.
There are remnants of language,
The laughter of loved ones and strangers
are beauty in a spattered world –
and strung-together notes of the discordant are melodious when unfurled.
There is a depth in every eyeful gathered from a window
and a coolness in the soil grasped by each hand.
You feel the heat that summer’s afternoon conceives,
and I hear the whiskers of October’s morning in the leaves.
There are shadows that crawl in the day
and charming smiles that ornament a night.
And this is truth’s impassioned plea to our humanity,
and affirms the secrets we sometimes cannot see –
perhaps, life is our communal way to share
and maybe, each one of us is rare.
The events of this past week have weighed heavily on me – the loss of two very successful, highly creative individuals to suicide, and the realization that this type of hopelessness impacts far more people than we know/understand. There is such beauty and importance in life, and each one of every one of us has a rare gift to share with others. Remember this.
Wishing you all a wonderful week.
I’m having serious writer problems.
Nothing inspires me to write at the moment.
For the past 6 years, I have had a run of productivity that was enjoyable and creative. I looked forward to the times I could sit down and craft a poem or write a quick blog post. There was the period in 2014 (while job hunting) that I put together a chapter book of poems and I wrote about everything from gardening tips to snippets about life. Heck…I even wrote a short story earlier this year. I once told myself that I would never write long pieces – I didn’t have the attention span. I probably shouldn’t doubt my ability like that, or make a big deal about “can’t/won’t do” something. The universe typically calls your bluff.
I’ve been reading more posts lately. It seems that many of my past favorite blogs have faded as well, so I’ve been searching for new things to read – and I’ve found a few.
The Haunted Wordsmith
Some prolific output in short fiction by a talented writer and engaging posts.
O at the Edges
Mr. Okaji writes poetry in eloquence and brevity. I’ve been following him for some time now, and I aspire to the ability he demonstrates (and frankly, the output of poetry he produces).
Derrick J Knight
A blog diary of sorts. Mr.Knight is recovering from knee surgery at the moment and writes about his day. He has a beautiful garden.
One of my favorite blog entry formats is the list. Other people’s lists are ways to get me to open my mind again and thinking of my own. Perhaps it will get me back on the path of writing.
Thanks for reading.