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2015 04 08 Poetry: Scattered April 9, 2015

Good afternoon, and welcome back to Surviving.

As you know, it is National Poetry Month, and as if you didn’t know, I like to write poetry. I have written roughly 300 poems since I lost my sight in 2010, and a lot of them revolve around vision loss. My highs and lows that I traverse have led me down a few dark and dreary writings, and they have also helped me find out a lot about who I am, where I have been and where I am going. My writing has proven to be a source of growth, of healing, of self discovery, and I thank God that I have the ability to do it.

This following poem was written a year and a half ago. It has many meanings, both those that change for me each time I read it, as I am sure they probably do for those of you who read it, and secondly, well, umm, secondly? grin
I guess I forgot where I was going, but I’m back, and I’m ready to thank you all once again for your continued support and inspiration.

Life is a wonderful thing, most of the time. Within each obstacle that may cause us to shake our heads and ask why is an opportunity to learn, experience and grow, so that we may feel blessed for those opportunities.

Take each day and make the best of it. Don’t forget to keep your mind and your heart open.

No matter where you go, there you are, so pay attention and don’t forget to breathe.

Take care, and away we go.

***

Scattered

Another day lies scattered in my wake.
Another trip across the sky by an October sun.
Another restless walk through a similar thought, wrapped around a couple more.

How short the days seem, the older I get.
How the wind seems to whisper those songs of yesterday.

If I leave now, I might catch up with tomorrow.
If I leave now, I might stay ahead of the past.
If I leave now, I might remember what I’m supposed to do.

With one glimpse, I could see the horizon.
With one glimpse, I could tell the difference between yesterday and today.
With one glimpse, I might be able to see what it is that I hear.

Another thought reminds me of a dream.
Another sound reminds me of a song.
Another touch reminds me of a story.
Another step reminds me of the journey.
Another day reminds me how to live.

Chasing the sun, I skip across the day.
Chasing the shadows, I fall back a step or two.
Chasing a familiar voice, I whisper to myself.

With one more minute, I grab hold of an hour.
With one more breath, I catch hold of life.
With one more moment as a man, I remember the child.

Another moment lies empty on the shelf.
Another midnight wraps around the night.
Another sunrise shines into my endless dream.
Another day lies scattered in my wake.

10 23 2013

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3 Responses to “2015 04 08 Poetry: Scattered”

  1. Rolfe A. Frost Says:

    I loved it. Thank You.

  2. Adhithi Says:

    This is beautiful..:’)


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