In response to poetic musings
So if you have been following my blog you already know the last few years have been very trying, to say the least. I have always found that instead of allowing my head and heart to be filled to capacity with my jumbled thoughts and various emotions it serves me much better to get them out on to paper. Some consider my taking time to write out things, with actual pen and paper to be somewhat archaic. I've found that it not only suits me well, but it is also highly therapeutic.
I have several poems, many which other will never see, but some which I will allow to be seen and read. I often imagine upon my death that my writing will be found, and I will be found to have been a great capturer of emotion and that my words will live on long after I'm gone. All this is to be said to give reference to why it means so much for me to produce on this blog one of my intimate poems. It's difficult to let others read these because they will read something that is a piece of you from a specific moment of time when the work was written. It truly is a glimpse into one's soul. It is very disheartening when you reveal a piece of your writing only to have someone find fault in it. I know I take it personally, as do others who may write poems, songs, stories where you are laid bare before your audience. I wanted to include a specific poem which I wrote late this past summer. I had been feeling much discouraged at the events in my life and decided to write. This is an untitled poem I wrote.
5th August 2010
-started writing at 10:49pm
I am a ship adrift in the sea
my bow rolls with the waves
I have no course, no map, no compass
the winds fill my sails
I move further into the dark abyss
waiting to arrive at some unknown,
unforeseen, destination
sands change from minutes to days
there is nothing on the horizon
I keep watch and search for change
not giving up hope, waiting to see
I subscribe to several blogs and yesterday received the alert from the blog that will follow. I read this and believe that it was a directive for me. I am encouraged and believe that exceptional things are to come, I hope it encourages others, as it has spoken to me.
Blog for date of December 6, 2010
Meet Me In The Meadow
I have several poems, many which other will never see, but some which I will allow to be seen and read. I often imagine upon my death that my writing will be found, and I will be found to have been a great capturer of emotion and that my words will live on long after I'm gone. All this is to be said to give reference to why it means so much for me to produce on this blog one of my intimate poems. It's difficult to let others read these because they will read something that is a piece of you from a specific moment of time when the work was written. It truly is a glimpse into one's soul. It is very disheartening when you reveal a piece of your writing only to have someone find fault in it. I know I take it personally, as do others who may write poems, songs, stories where you are laid bare before your audience. I wanted to include a specific poem which I wrote late this past summer. I had been feeling much discouraged at the events in my life and decided to write. This is an untitled poem I wrote.
5th August 2010
-started writing at 10:49pm
I am a ship adrift in the sea
my bow rolls with the waves
I have no course, no map, no compass
the winds fill my sails
I move further into the dark abyss
waiting to arrive at some unknown,
unforeseen, destination
sands change from minutes to days
there is nothing on the horizon
I keep watch and search for change
not giving up hope, waiting to see
I subscribe to several blogs and yesterday received the alert from the blog that will follow. I read this and believe that it was a directive for me. I am encouraged and believe that exceptional things are to come, I hope it encourages others, as it has spoken to me.
Blog for date of December 6, 2010
Meet Me In The Meadow
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