I‘m beginning to see
that I like these things,
don’t care so much for those things,
that I like feeling this way,
that I’m tired of feeling that way,
and that while I’m remembering what this one said
I could forget about what that one said
and be none the poorer.
I’m also starting to realize
that all the things I thought I should be doing
are the figment of someone else’s imagination,
something they dreamed up for me
to make their lives a little smoother,
to render me comprehensible,
neatly wrapped in see-through plastic
and perfectly sized for placement
in an empty spot on the top left corner
of some shelves they built one summer
while constructing their universe.
I’d love to help them but I’ve been too busy
tearing out the shelves in my own little world
to make room for a mural
which I’ll then cover with a collage
on which I’ll write a story, complete with pictures,
to lean against while I practice some instrument
and sing about all the things I saw
while walking to the store.
Audio Version: Mildly Creative Poetry – Shelves
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Thank you.
creation
born? or blown in?
does it matter where it comes from?
I think not !
I matters only that it flows
and with flowing become and be
let the child in you flow
and they will show you the way
to let go and let the universe
create through you
lovely place you have here
peace
from a piece of the rainbow
Ken! Is that you playing the guitar? I love it. I love hearing your voice for the first time. You rock. Thank you for putting your energy out in the world. It is feeding so many people, me included. Thank you.
No. That’s a track from GarageBand on my Mac. I’m glad you liked it. I do NOT like listening to my own voice, but I did it anyway.
Worthwhile experiment! Your voice comes across well, though you may not be as happy hearing it. Isn’t it funny how we don’t sound like we think we do? And I like the poem.
I’m glad you liked the poem – and my voice. I’m sure I can get used to hearing it.