Some days inspiration steps up and politely requests, “Write me, please.” These days can deliver more than the resulting poem or story or essay.
Sometimes, you are afforded a peek into your own psyche. This, undoubtedly, holds the potential to unnerve.
I looked at my creation, written just as I most enjoy, straight off the heart. No concern or fear or reservation whatsoever.
Publish button clicked, fun little exercise accomplished, and then – concern. For someone who works hard at revitalizing his heart, fears still creep up and challenge the allied mindset that likes to say, “what if this puts someone off?”
Absurd on one hand, as the poem contains some of the most positive attributes I’ve written in weeks. On the other hand, the possibility exists that the poetic statement itself could cause discomfort in that the message is bold (at least by my standards).
I am defined these days, internally, by strife and my struggle to rise above. My writing rediscovered, each time I feel moved to create, I feel a renaissance growing within. This intensity could be off-putting. How very odd as I write this, is the irony of these statements as related to a positive poem, yet I’ve not felt this way with any of the darker ones.
My assessment is that the darker poems are statements of experience, the positive are statements of hope. One cannot lose the experience, but one can lose hope. Alas, I ramble. On this site I do like to give the preamble to the poem. Today’s may be a bit long and convoluted, but it helped to work through my emotional misgivings so I might step back into my ‘invincible summer’ within.
Today’s spur of the moment poem:
The Most Beautiful Connection
Whether here or there,
Warm smiles share time in human history.
Whether sun or moon,
Fingers telegraph messages and ideals unspoken.
Whether melancholy or glad,
Friendship binds our most beautiful connections.
Whether vexed or stoic,
Connection helps us through dark and lonely times.
Whether near or far,
To reach out embodies the marrow of our lives
Whether love or friendship
Each simultaneous moment thrums the heart’s beautiful connection.
Hey! Did you know I also write fiction? My focus writer’s group just published the Kindle version of our first novel, The Method Writers. Interestingly, the characters in the novel wrote a book titled Fictitious Fiction. Both are available globally. Check us out! Please!
The hardcover print version of The Method Writers will be available in early July, 2012. It too, will be available globally once released. The softcover edition will be released September 1, 2012. I will be sure to announce these dates again!!! 🙂
Poetry in Black and White 
Beautiful words………
Hi G! Thank you. I love those 5 minute poems that fly off the heart…
How can such beautiful words put off anyone? They can make one think…fill one with inspiration… or just lull one into silence… but anything less would be a fault in the reader. Not the words.
But then what does it matter what anyone thinks? You just have to keep voicing your truth…. all else is insignificant.
– Ayesha
Ayesha, you truly brighten my day. I finally slipped up and exposed my Achilles Heart. I’m working through the malady of caring what others think. I am improving, markedly as a matter of fact. This blog represents the body of work I’m undertaking along those lines – in poetic format, of course. I’ve found I am less inclined to be ‘concerned’ when I write the sadness, because I know many can relate and draw comfort in knowing they’re not alone.
But when I write the lighter, positive-from-my-heart stuff, I fear coming across…loony(?). I assure you I’m not. But positivity is something I must fight for every day, engulfed in the toxic environment in which I live. As soon as I write that, my immediate thought – there are far worse environments than mine out there. Your words you wrote months ago help free me from that concern. You said (not a quote of course) that each person’s pain is relative to their environment and experiences and emotions, not someone else’s.
You said this so much more eloquently, and your words helped me so much. So, all that said, I struggle to allow my heart to soar into positivity like I allow it to bleed in sadness and pain. Your words of a ‘most beautiful connection’ set my heart to wing and I desired to express just that. Then, the fear of negative repercussion enveloped me, a reflection of my environment. This angers me, because I should no more restrain myself from joy than I do the sadness.
My apologies for going on so. This blog has become very special to me, because the words ARE me. I strive to stay away from pretense. If I thought too long about what I write, I might be mortified. The exposure could devour me, yet the freedom I pursue in the writing steps one word closer to the life I desire. When personal definition comes down to bare bones truth, your quote by Camus lifted me more than anyone will ever know. Within me, I possess the ability to love because within me I’ve learned resides an invincible summer.
I understand I may never find that love who completes me, but I will go to my grave believing she exists. I’ve always claimed the ‘hopeless romantic’ monicker. Now, I prefer simply – romantic, because I live in hope. I thrive in hope. Heck, this should’ve been a post, eh?
I love, no, LOVE, your statement “…anything less would be a fault in the reader. Not the words.” And by extrapolation, not my emotions. Thank you for your wisdom and insight. You placed yet another smile into my heart and onto my face.
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