How did it get to be September? Another summer is nearly gone and so many dreams have not been realized. As a dear friend said, “I am working on acceptance”. I know we all must do that: we need to trust that we are exactly where we are meant to be, not forgetting the infinite possibilities that exist in ourselves and in others but using the gifts we have now and taking joy in what we can do today.
The thing is to live without expectation; and, to keep the threads of Hope and Faith strong.
I love to write out my thoughts; sometimes the writing takes the form of poetry and sometimes a list, but more often a virtual letter, one which will never be sent. I have a whole file of these now and I don’t know why i persist in doing it. Perhaps it is because I am so often filled with sadness when I encounter something beautiful that I see or hear and am unable to share. I suppose that is my reason for writing and also my reason for trying to paint.
I am fascinated by the many reasons other artists have for writing or painting. Almost all of them are driven to their creative work and each handles the need in different ways; some by going public with shows and sales and some by stashing the work away in portfolios, making the art just for the joy of doing it. I am beginning to think the later approach maybe the best path for me to follow, at least for the time being, and so i may limit or eliminate my contributions to shows and competitions. To date however the need to share persists. So here are two poems I wrote last week (in lieu of being able to paint). The first I rewrote on August 31st from a rather gloomy version written on the 29th.
The second is meant to be a play on words. This poetry writing business is tricky. I’d love comments from other would-be poets.
Hope, that thin frayed strand, woven
From dreams and the creative imagination,
Twisted by time, mended by memories of
Love and friendship-true reaching out to you
Across a gulf so often rimed by tears
Tears with absolute separation.
Unable to hold against the ebb tide,
Unable to withstand a loss too great to understand,
Grief swells up from deep within
Strains every last resolve
Shatters reason and snaps-
Slack now, stretches out with the receding tide
Tracing that lost friend
A love letter
In the sea wrack left behind.
Morning breaks across the rocks,
A New Day dawning at its best.
With a glitter of sparkling diamond
The sea murmurs, whispers, mocks,
Stretches to the empty horizon
Inviting solitude for a Soul at rest
But now a gentle breeze freshens,
Lights a smile of gratitude
On a face turned out to sea.
For you are sitting safely on the shore
Dreaming dreams of yet to be
-The lifeline held once more-
Rewritten August 31, 2016
A Life Line
(Of all but 20 years)
50 years is a lifetime
Of good times-not too many bad
Of happy times-not too many sad
Of being busy-or lazy-stay-a-bed
Of making things-or cleaning up
Of being one with you-
In love with you,
My Husband of 50 years
December 25, 1966-2016