A Poet Reborn

Sometime in seventh grade (~2003/2004), I remember writing somewhere around 40 poems in 2 weeks for 2 english/reading/literature classes. From English sonnets, to free verse, haiku's, it was simply too much for a middle school mind to handle. Fast forward over 10 years and it seems the seeds of the poet planted by my amazing grandfather have finally be watered and are starting to grow. There has been nothing better than writing a thoughtful poem after a long day at the hospital, or better yet, on the walk into work in the crisp summer morning. I have provided a few of my more mindfully oriented pieces below and will continue to add at least one poem each week. Maybe a weekly Saturday poem is just the thing to share with the welcoming world.

Photograph

 6-3-2015

What is a photograph but a poem without words

Cursed without a voice, but blessed by the majesty of sight

The colors dancing upon my eyes, speaking a different language

Shadows, contours, reflections whisper in my ears

It takes more than silence to keep a picture from speaking

 a thousand words

Compassion

6-25-2015

Gratitude

We share our thanks

Positivity

We share our optimism

Caring

We share our thoughtfulness

Truth

We share our honesty

Acceptance

We share our understanding

The recipe for compassion is rather simple

All it takes is a little belief

Into how beautiful

The human connection

Can truly be

The Flame

7-16-2015

We all carry a single torch

At the center of our being

It is our eternal flame

Forever burning

Even after our physical form

Has passed

Nurture your fire with friendship

Let the light show you

What it truly means

To be nourished

Give from your source

And receive the gifts from all those

Willing to connect

Eternal being is not the same as

Always giving

Or

Perpetually receiving

We must seek to be

The wick when another is burning out

The light when a torch goes dim

The strength when only smoke remains

Blessed we are

To have courage

To let our fires burn

Under the care of another

Let vulnerability and compassion

Be the sustenance

To your flame

And you will never be worried again

By the question

Of when your embers

Will finally go out