In my writing, now that
The blocks of childhood
Have been recycled into
Kites that dance on the
Ocean breezes and into
The sunset of another
‘Aaah'-inspiring closure.
There are spectators and
Commentators and script writers.
I Am a writer who all-to-often
Comments when I should be
Writing it down and moving
It around on a paper canvass
Until some sense begins to draw
The focus of the mind's-eye.
Some people live in a bull's-eye
And with the tension that choice
Brings them. I have always been a
Rush-gush-wheew kind of guy who
Spent relaxation time reading, writing
And massaging imagination, about
NOW and the stress-nesting away.
There is a nakedness in openness
With a truthful balm that is poetic
To soul-consciousness and instructive
To understanding the diversity
Of the human condition.
A nakedness we clothe in
A fearful couture or in
Street-smart recycling.
2013
So glad to find this new poem of yours Jim, very good, with a true depth of humanity felt throughout! Write-on, my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written jim! Another great poem from a true artist