Happy 2018 guys, I know it has been a long time.
Briefly, I'll bring you up to speed - after Anisotropy I put down my pen and jumped into life. Sometimes writer's block can be a good thing, depending on the reason.
Since my last post, I traveled to Spain again for a holiday along the Costa Del Sol during Winter. The place was fabulous, but with adventures comes learning, and I came home a little smarter than I left. My intentions to write have also been increasing since I first visited Barcelona last September, there's something magical I find about seeing the world and being above the clouds. Perhaps it's just me finding myself, perhaps it will wear off eventually..
Anyway, I wrote this, while listening to It's OK by Tom Rosenthal .. I guess you could say it was my source of inspiration.. But I'm not sure why. I drafted it during December, forcing myself past the writing barrier, and then just abandoned it. Having reread it now, I actually don't like the song which I listened to while writing it, and the actual story behind it is vague.
Somehow though, the poem plays perfectly into the direction I headed in the new year. My new years resolution this year was to take heed of the stories I tell in which I recall a bad incident, or a bad memory, and forgive the time, the person and the place, and replace the memories with fresh, happier versions. With that, I'm also taking all the things I told myself I couldn't do or couldn't be and I'm changing that. I don't need to explain this poem, the words speak purely for themselves. And this is just the start..
Briefly, I'll bring you up to speed - after Anisotropy I put down my pen and jumped into life. Sometimes writer's block can be a good thing, depending on the reason.
Since my last post, I traveled to Spain again for a holiday along the Costa Del Sol during Winter. The place was fabulous, but with adventures comes learning, and I came home a little smarter than I left. My intentions to write have also been increasing since I first visited Barcelona last September, there's something magical I find about seeing the world and being above the clouds. Perhaps it's just me finding myself, perhaps it will wear off eventually..
Anyway, I wrote this, while listening to It's OK by Tom Rosenthal .. I guess you could say it was my source of inspiration.. But I'm not sure why. I drafted it during December, forcing myself past the writing barrier, and then just abandoned it. Having reread it now, I actually don't like the song which I listened to while writing it, and the actual story behind it is vague.
Somehow though, the poem plays perfectly into the direction I headed in the new year. My new years resolution this year was to take heed of the stories I tell in which I recall a bad incident, or a bad memory, and forgive the time, the person and the place, and replace the memories with fresh, happier versions. With that, I'm also taking all the things I told myself I couldn't do or couldn't be and I'm changing that. I don't need to explain this poem, the words speak purely for themselves. And this is just the start..
Departure Lounge
Talk to me, in sweet melodies,
In a language my heart will understand.
Sweep me up into arms of strength,
And drop me gently, so I stand.
Take me into your glorious heat,
Introduce a world of painted teal.
Direct me to a path into the light.
Show me something real.
Capture the blue that's taken residence,
And release it back into the distance of the skies.
Hold me under blanketing stars, and the moon.
Promise me, deeply, into my eyes.
And hold on to that promise.
Remain honest, to yourself, and to me.
Then you can leave me safely, unaltered,
And we'll both be free.
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