A Dash of Poetry
“To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.” — Robert Graves.
Last week was a hectic one, and things only seem to be amping up as this week starts. So I’m not going to be putting up an article today. Instead, I’ll be leaving you with a selection of poems from the depths of my notebooks. None of them has seen the light of day before, so this is their debut! I hope you enjoy reading them.
My New Friend
I honestly don’t know,
How to describe something like this.
Though the buildup was slow,
It still feels like there is something amiss.
But not something to fear,
no, not in any way.
It’s something magnificent in all its glory,
And I pray that’s how it will stay.
Such an unusual thing it is, what I’m feeling inside.
So foreign that it catches me off guard.
My mind descends into a calm whirlwind,
As words escape me, in the most enchanting way.
It overtakes my senses,
Making me smile without a thought.
And the laughter comes easier,
As the fires of passion burn hot.
One simple phrase would all but suffice,
To open up the deep well hidden at the back of my mind.
A place where something beautiful resides,
That had till now, shied away from prying eyes.
Oh, my sweet darling,
Your beauty shines through.
My eyes, and my smile,
Are lighting up just for you.
Your overbearing power, I can no longer hide.
For you’ve climbed up those carefully crafted walls,
With your heart full of fierce pride.
And the force of its presence, you’ve made no attempt to hide.
What shall I do,
With this new friend of mine.
For I know not,
If she is evil or divine.
The one thing I do know,
without a doubt,
Is that her presence will change my life,
within and without.
Irrevocably, and inexhaustibly,
For good or for bad,
Happy or sad
Lo and behold, I am now mad.
Beginnings
The imagination born of a true lover’s heart,
Brings out feelings that sometimes shouldn’t start.
Feelings that consume body, mind and soul,
Feelings that if true, can make your life whole.
The fear of not having one’s true love returned,
Can leave your heart aching, scorched, and burned.
But holding back the love can cause a much worse fate,
In which all that love turns to self-hate.
So which road you choose,
Is up to you.
And whichever one it is,
You should see through.
Choosing the other path along the way is also an option,
Made easy or difficult by your current situation.
So ponder these words from deep down within,
So you may consider how not to begin.
Dear Future Lover
This is meant to be; it cannot be changed.
We are meant to be; it has been ordained.
With you here, I can just be me,
Because your love gives me a license to be free.
My heart swells every time I hear you say,
“You are you, and that’s how you should stay.”
Your acceptance means the world to me,
As does your constant reminder that there is so much of the world left to see.
If love could be put into words,
I really wonder what I would say first.
Because you always leave me at a loss for words,
Even when I’m so full of emotion, I’m scared I might burst.
You’ve slowly shown me how to care,
How to spare, and how to share.
You’ve taught me some of the best things I know,
And now I’m going to let it all show.
You build me up when I am down.
And make me smile anytime I frown.
And after every obstacle we’ve faced together on this race,
I know we’re going to win first place.
Bye for now! I’ll see you next week with more educational occupational therapy content.
