LIVING YOUR BLISS: revisiting old passions.
Since April is National Poetry Month, I thought it would be fun/ funny to revisit some of my old poetry. I used to love spending hours writing poems in whatever coil notebook or on whatever piece of lined paper I could find.
Some were stream of consciousness poems where I just wrote any random word that came into my head next. Others were based on a series of thoughts that were trapped in my mind that needed to get out. They either rhymed or didn’t. They were short or long. Good or bad (or really bad). Light or dark…
I really enjoyed going back through some of my old notes and while some were surprisingly dark given the limited experiences I would have had at the time, I wrote them. I will happily share a couple of the light(er) ones (that strangely all actually include the word “light”.)
The first – a mini-poem – was included in the play that I co-wrote with my friend Ann Foster (that you may have seen at the One Act Play Festival in 2015):
somewhere i will be invisible
i will fade into the night
i will mask my misfortune and parade my style
in a world inside a golden beam
to become a ray of light.
An angel sang to me last night
Encompassed in a light so bright
And I, entranced with pure delight,
A bird sat on my windowsill
Enlightened with a subtle will
And I, enchanted with him still,
Last night an angel danced with me
Beyond the rising, deep, blue sea
And I, an angel soon to be,
Last night a bird stretched out his wing.
Mid-flight, we two began to sing
And I, until the broad morning,
She (this one actually had a title)
She shone a light
It brushed my knee
And now I’m free.
She struck a match
It caught my eye
Now I can fly.
She lit the stars
They chilled my bones
I’m not alone.
The others – the good, the bad and the hilarious (not in a good way) – will remain hidden.