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27-03-2023 04:15 PM - edited 28-03-2023 09:33 AM
27-03-2023 04:15 PM - edited 28-03-2023 09:33 AM
Poetry Corner
I've loved words for a long time. I distinctly remember learning a poem in kindergarten at school, but I can't remember a word of it. All I remember is being sort of transfixed by it.
Anyway, I figured I needed more creative endeavours in my life now and so i have written this this afternoon.
The theme didn't come to me until about half way through the creation of it. You may see some familiar verses or phrasing because i wanted to touch on that but also give most of this my own flair.
It's called "To" - It's an ode to life. I wrote it because I wanted to try and express nothing other than acceptance for life and all it brings. There is a subtle tone of defiance, of self determination but also an acceptance of things that can't change.
I hope you like it.
To,
To never want a drop of fame
To keep my ambition gentle and tame
To still keep fuelling that good flame
To greet an adversity as an old dame
To see courage and bravery within a fear
To gently cry a lonely tear
To get burned from an unknown sear
To still get up and say “I am here!”
To fly underwater and swim through the air
To not really give much of a care
To say to those who question: “I simply don’t care”
To turn up and say how very dare!
To love through hate and yet hate due to love
To be as soft as a silk-skinned dove
To look to the heavens up above
To now tell fear and loathing to simply “shove!”
To know and feel that I am free
To look back on all thats happened and see
To watch it now unfold now with nought but glee
To at my deepest core say “yes, this is me”
To soar like meteors and be gay
To say carpe diem and sieze the day
To stroll through life as I may
To laugh at adversity saying “Come what may”
To feel anothers pain in my core
To see the sun rise and simply adore
To see it set and weep for more
To never want to close a door
To hold a universe in my hand
To rise against adversity and stand
To stick to my guns, those forts that I’ve manned
To know those things which must be canned
To see within me a great deep hope
To become my own very holy pope
To tune in to my own unique trope
To scrawl across a window “it’s okay to mope”
To be as free as free can will and do
To beauty which i can’t but coo
To that which arises bold and new
To say who I am with certainty when I'm asked "Who are you?"
To this,
This thing called life.
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27-03-2023 04:50 PM
27-03-2023 04:50 PM
Re: Poetry Corner
Wonderful @MDT . Your words are really special!
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27-03-2023 09:13 PM
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17-06-2023 06:11 PM
17-06-2023 06:11 PM
Re: Poetry Corner
*this is not written by me, but thought it was worth sharing*
my brain and
heart divorced
a decade ago
over who was
to blame about
how big of a mess
I have become
eventually,
they couldn't be
in the same room
with each other
now my head and heart
share custody of me
I stay with my brain
during the week
and my heart
gets me on weekends
they never speak to one another
instead, they give me
the same note to pass
to each other every week
and their notes they
send to one another always
says the same thing:
"This is all your fault"
on Sundays
my heart complains
about how my
head has let me down
in the past
and on Wednesday
my head lists all
of the times my
heart has screwed
things up for me
in the future
they blame each
other for the
state of my life
there's been a lot
of yelling - and crying
so, lately, I've been
spending a lot of
time with my gut
who serves as my
unofficial therapist
most nights, I sneak out of the
window in my ribcage
and slide down my spine
and collapse on my
gut's plush leather chair
that's always open for me
and I just sit sit sit sit
until the sun comes up
last evening,
my gut asked me
if I was having a hard
time being caught
between my heart
and my head
I nodded
I said I didn't know
if I could live with
either of them anymore
"my heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow,"
I lamented
my gut squeezed my hand
"I just can't live with
my mistakes of the past
or my anxiety about the future,"
I sighed
my gut smiled and said:
"in that case,
you should
go stay with your
lungs for a while,"
I was confused
the look on my face gave it away
"if you are exhausted about
your heart's obsession with
the fixed past and your mind's focus
on the uncertain future
your lungs are the perfect place for you
there is no yesterday in your lungs
there is no tomorrow there either
there is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this moment
there is only breath
and in that breath
you can rest while your
heart and head work
their relationship out."
this morning,
while my brain
was busy reading
tea leaves
and while my
heart was staring
at old photographs
I packed a little
bag and walked
to the door of
my lungs
before I could even knock
she opened the door
with a smile and as
a gust of air embraced me
she said
"what took you so long?"
~ John Roedel (johnroedel.com)
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17-06-2023 06:43 PM
17-06-2023 06:43 PM
Re: Poetry Corner
Wow @Bow that is incredibly beautiful. Thank you for sharing, I think I will share this to some of my loved ones, it seems like something they would really like to read as well 💜