Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn one day. Better to celebrate each new day with gusto. You shall pay for every sin done one day.
If you live long enough. You learn we are just bricks, upon another brick. Learning, falling, rising and seeking some sort of salvation. We will be many people and we shall act many parts. If we are lucky, with old age, we gained wisdom.
I am 63 years old. I was a soldier, I was a business man making money for big companies and a writer to some. I was a lover, I was a drinker, I was a hell-raiser, I was a father and now I am a grandfather.
Kind lady held my hands and her sweet and gentle words, her beautiful smile made me believe. Love could be, the greatest lullaby we can sing.
I told my dearest love, I want to fall in love with you again. I love your Winter pale skin, your always dancing bare feet and when we find the sea. Hold hands and celebrate the new day being born together. You taught me, love is eternal and forever.
She smiled and she laughed at my words. She whispered to me. Dearest Johnnie, my midnight poet. If your words are true, please write me a lullaby for the ages. A poem that the passing moon can whisper to the sun as they kiss each day. I wrote to paper.
Can we become strangers to ourselves? Who do we see in the mirror now?
The half-drunk poet told the beloved night. I saw the veil of heaven and I have tasted death breathe. I am the son of the forest, the water and the sky. Now my shattered vision know only envy, hate and wrong deeds. In the dark tavern, the mirrored soul sing the oldest and saddest songs.
“Merry men shall go, merry men shall seek dangerous women, merry men will seek war and hell-bound dance. Merrily men will taste blood, death and turmoil. He will learn too late. He should of sought peace and calm, not war.”
He looked at the stranger’s face in the tavern’s mirror and he remembered a starry eye girl with a…
Absence, the dictionary describes it as “the state of being of being away from a place or a person”,“an occasion or period of being away from a person”, “the nonexistent or lack of”; today I reflect on absence as a whole, the bittersweet moment of wanting to be and not being….
People at times fear solitude yet this leads to necessary moments of introspection; of absence from the conscious into the subconscious. Absence creates the necessary space for our shadow to come to light, giving us a chance to embrace it. Absence creates the perfect moment to unburden the soul, the mind, the body, helping us heal any and all impairments, if only we are willing to acknowledge absence during those bittersweet moments.
Sometimes I look at you with a bit of irony, for at times within your presence and the absence of that which…
Captured and contained in this frame, are delicate petals, crowning thorny stems, set against a shadowy tree-laced sky. At first glance, I saw the natural beauty for what it is: magnificence. Eyes full of wonder, I startled a bird with my audible sigh. Despite my praising of nature’s perfection, shortsighted was my thinking, for the bigger picture, I almost missed.
More time to focus and take it all in; a new picture emerged: all of humanity contained in this frame. Like delicate petals, individuals, no matter how insecure or shy, need to be seen as they attempt to bloom, and they must be in balance with their environment if they are to thrive. To display their full natural beauty is how the egoless species survives. Like flowers, humans are a blend of fragile and strong and welcoming and defensive. Maybe inferior without our human minds, but flowers are connected to…
My video poem, “Becoming You,” is dedicated to young adults just starting their adult journey. If that person is you, best wishes on your life path: may you become all that you aspire to be. ✨ Note: My list of what “you may become” is long, but not exhaustive. Well, maybe a bit exhaustive. 😅 Although my poem is not intended to be a list of every possible profession, I would like to acknowledge those working in the medical field and first responders: two professions not directly referenced in my poem but deserving of stand-alone recognition. 🙏🏻
Thank you for visiting and listening. Be well. 💗 Michele
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