One of my all time favorite poems…

GYA today

October is national poetry month in Great Britain. Other countries celebrate in different months. Let’s share this one throughout the world with a whimsical poem from an American poet who lost his life in France during World War I.

Join me, please, in celebrating harmony …in poets, people, and countries.

Enjoy!

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Me, Me, Me

My LIFE is a puzzle…

…as I fondle the pieces, I find some that have dazzling shapes and make me say, “OoooH, shiny!”

Others are dark and jagged, broken window panes in a vacant old house.

Still others are bland and formless of countless years spent adrift and floundering.

One odd shape sits to the side yet to find its perfect fit.

What a mottled picture of me; out of focus like an impressionist painting in a gilded but aging frame.

I’ve had incredible encounters with people that have been this exquisite fuel seeking to ignite the glowing embers inside of me. Some have sputtered. Others have sparked a blazing inferno of passion and creativity nearly burning me up… 

…but everything cools like molten lava, a hard crust atop a fiery river flow.

 

My HEART, my heart is a mosaic of bits of broken, colored glass; rough and polished stones;shimmery bits of fancy paper; and WORDS, lots of words held together not by a solder of blackened lead nor heavy gray mortar, but by a fine silk thread from a carpet baggers satchel of dreams…

My SOUL is a grain of sand that became a pearl in my grandmother’s necklace that is the bracelet encircling my wrist, binding me to my past, anchoring me to my present, the fortune of my future…