I just found three old poems from 2009 in my email, in a folder titled “Poems.”
I don’t recall them really, so it’s as if I’m reading someone else’s words and writings. But I can vaguely tell they are from me. It’s as if a different version of me wrote these words, and I guess, in a way, I was a different person back then.
I hope you enjoy these three poems on the power and magic that simple words can have.
Who I Am.
Ink flows like a river,
carried from my mind
expressing emotions, feelings
perhaps for eternity
perhaps just a moment
words and thoughts
thrown carelessly away
Though they are the lifeblood
of my soul, my being
Discarding writing, however small,
is akin to throwing away
a piece of who you are.
Every word you write comes to life
upon the page, words take flight
every thought you have is real
the one thing you claim your own
every dream you have or make
comes true only through you
everything you say or do
however great or small
has an impact on us all
everyone we meet
leaves an imprint on our soul
the magic of life
leaves its imprint on my soul.
The Magical Life.
The words on the pages of any old book,
the morning sky aflame with colours fantastic
the soft, solid touch of a hand, held in yours
a long, gentle gaze, a swift loving look
the melody of raindrops from a tree branch to the ground
the still, austere silence of snow all around
there is magic everywhere to be found
in the crisp, clear sound of a babbling brook
in the fresh scent of autumn, or spring on a breeze
and in the subtle rhythm of breath in and out
a burst of lively laughter, even the twinkling of tears
life has magic in it, if you only look
with your heart and your eyes wide open.