Reflections & friends

I saw a friend today that I hadn't seen for what felt like forever but in reality was probably less than a year. She's someone that had a profound impact on me in terms of writing poetry. One of the immediate things that happened after I saw her was that I wanted to write again. More importantly I had something to write :)

I saw you today... I saw you
The tears in my eyes reminding me
Of your beauty and peace
Perhaps today I really saw you

I talked with you today... we talked
And thoughts and words within my mind
That started in my heart...
Today we talked

I remembered you today... memories
That drift in placid harmony
And always comfort... lift... inspire
Today another precious memory

I needed you today... A need
Unperceived, for your inspiration
Now, as then, the unseen door did open
Today a need fulfilled

Today our paths have crossed... again
On a red brick way that wends
Beneath the white and gentle pale
Today we tread the path anew

Today... an absent friend...
A presence deeply felt in hearts
That yearn to ease her burden
Today... and always

I saw you today and looked inside myself again

Sometimes we meet people who leave a lasting, profound and positive impression on us. Both of the people who inspired this poem have done that for me.

Experiments in poetry

I've recently thought that it would be great to be able to write about some of the less profound moments that happen in life every day. Sunday thoughts was my first attempt at that.

This is another experiment. But I'm not sure that less profound is an appropriate description. It's beginning to seem that the depth and meaning of something may simply depend on our perspective. Or perhaps it's really just our perception that changes. That there is always meaning, waiting to be perceived. Yet our limitations, perhaps self imposed, perhaps not, hold us back.

Anyway... enough rambling...

Guitars

A glance around the room

Guitars standing in the corners

Mutely gathering dust

Awaiting their muse

A feeling touches my fingers

Desire, yearning awakens

To feel the strings again

To hear, to feel the sound

My hands caress the curves

The wood glossy and smooth

Of their own volition

My hands find their place

A single strum slowly brushed

Oh dear… not so tuneful

A wry smile… a thought

“Play more often”

The old familiar routine

A reassuring ritual

Tuning is quickly done

The strum more tuneful now

My fingers know their places

Music starts to fill the air

A little hesitation

Brief… then banished

Once again I feel inside

The swelling feeling

Of peace and harmony

That always brings peace

Creating… playing… making

A sound… unique… a first

A moment worth living for

Fleeting yet forever

One thing I do know is that I'm enjoying this process very much. It feels like a realisation that there is inspiration all around, all the time. I just need to take the time and see it.

Away from the dark...

It's been some time since I last posted here. I haven't forgotten it but rather have been feeling a little uninspired. For some reason that changed last night.

I was reading, with Radiohead playing in the background, and had the inspiration to write this. I'm still trying to understand exactly what it means but I really wanted to share it with everyone. Perhaps it's a self-portrait... perhaps not...

Away from the dark...

I've seen the light shining

From within the darkness

Rising from the shadows

The spark of brilliance

Always there

Now with love to draw it up

Away from darkness

Leaving the shadows behind

The fire burns bright

If you could but see

Yes still hesitation remains

The of the lure of the dark seduces

No! No more darkness

The flame reaches higher

For all to see

At last the step is taken

Into the light… to life

The darkness banished

Now the chance to share

The fire with all… in love

The final step beckons

A chance to give the greatest gift

Reach back… into the dark

Take the hand of another

Who needs a spark