This picture taken by my daughter days before Michael passed into
our eternal memories. On that day the heart of The Almighty broke! The skies opened and even Heaven
cried.
"Daddy I want to be a poet”
"Just a poet then?"
"Not
just a poet!"
"A Great POET!"
Softened
by times consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhoods citadel
And undermined the years
Bisected now by bleaker griefs,
We envy the despair
That devastated childhood's realm,
So easy to repair
Boy, you make the heart of a dreamer proclaim his/her dreams, don't you.
None of us want to be "Just a poet...". We all want to be a great poet. I would be a liar if I said I strived for less. I want my career summary to read: Great scientist, great business man, great lover, great friend, great philosopher, great poet. Who doesn't?!! Indeed, I am consumed by this. It is what drives me every day. I won't achieve all of these goals, I know. Who can? Only the very rare, but do I desire and dare to be the very rare? Yes I do. I have to try even though I know I will only make it so far, and that all the deeds that I may achieve are only transitory, the stuff on a hundred years if I'm lucky. So why the fuss? I don't really know. It is programed into me, I guess, but that is who I am, and that for which I strive. Always a work in progress, trying to be better, until the final end, of course. Where will I go? What will I achieve? "Just a poet..."? Not if I can help it!
A short poem. A powerful poem. Words of the human soul from one so young. We are programed to strive and dream. And we dare to want our dreams to come true. This is probably the greatest attribute of the human soul.
So true. Everybody has the dreams of being great, spurred on by the realization of our own mortality. We want to be remembered most the day we realize that we will one day die. Its sad that for everybody that achieves a memorial in the annals of thought and history, hundreds fade in to obscurity. Yet we all struggle on to find something important enough to say that will get us in that hallowed record.
Posted 2 Months Ago
2 Months Ago
To be part of the hallowed record of humanities presence Is what all poets want to be and strive to .. read moreTo be part of the hallowed record of humanities presence Is what all poets want to be and strive to attain.Thank you
The gentle sincerity of young children wraps them in a comforting embrace. When the music stops, their innocence changes-yet, the child's parent and grandparents reswaddle the cbild with reassurance & acceptance...until she begins her own journey towards growing into herself, to be a great poet ~
I, too, have swaddled my granddaughter w/ reassuance & acceptance-for her loss of her daddy, my son~
My deepest sympathies for you & your family. ~ pat
Oh I love this.... it touches my heart... that saying
"Daddy I want to be a poet”
"Just a poet then?"
"Not just a poet!"
"A Great POET!"
And I love Emily Dickens :)
Posted 10 Months Ago
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10 Months Ago
Debbie this picture was taken days before my son in law Michael took his own life and left my grandd.. read moreDebbie this picture was taken days before my son in law Michael took his own life and left my granddaughter
without a father.It is this that was the catharsis for the poems creation
OMG Tate I am so so sorry... I read the poem but not the caption under the pic... I am so sorry... p.. read moreOMG Tate I am so so sorry... I read the poem but not the caption under the pic... I am so sorry... please except my condolences !!!
10 Months Ago
you will find I always leave authors notes to commemorate the reason for the works creation below th.. read moreyou will find I always leave authors notes to commemorate the reason for the works creation below the poems
10 Months Ago
I wrote 4 poems of this experience all are here most have that picture
beautifully sentimental and touching, You bring the memory to the heart
of all of us readers, and the moment and determination, to be a great poet,
a dreamer and a philosopher, I loved this, the tribute is art. outstanding.
What indeed is a great poet? I read the poem and felt sadness that the father will not read his daughter's poems and see her writings read by others. There is a deep regret for things "that might have been" and the joys that might have been felt yet never was. Fate has a queer way of taking the stage at the least times expected but as the poem say in the last line: "Not just a poet, a Great Poet!" thus, Fate is mocked and silenced. Poetry can triumph long after everything and everyone have passed away - that is what makes it a great Art!
Your written words hold so much truth and many of life's lessons. Makes one ponder their own life and how they live it. Thanks for sharing your wonderful works of written art.