POEM 111*

Sometimes I feel like
I’m in a Nicholas Sparks novel;
one of those deeply romantic
love stories fated to leave tears
contouring your emotions,
and now I am walking alone,
down by this old river,
ear bud melody
of “Sweet Jane,
sweet sweet Jane”
holds my heart
hoping I might find you again.
Could we ever get back home;
dance those back porch dreams,
dive into the clear blue river
holding hands? Laughing?
~~~
“Sweet Jane,
ah, sweet sweet Jane”
you hold the best part of me.

Aztec Warrior 1.10.16

(NOTE: poem inspired by the movie, “Best of Me” and the song “Sweet Jane”, done originally by Lou Reed/Velvet Underground, but covered nicely by the Cowboy Junkies.
Here is the link:    https://youtu.be/BHRFZFmEq9o
Hope you enjoy...

Only you can translate
where you are
on your voyage through
this varied farce
called “life”.

No one else can dictate
to you…
or should even dare…
how to phrase
your feelings,
your thoughts,
your personal moments.

Who is anyone to
cause another to feel
inept or inferior
for wording their
experiences as they will?

We are all both
audience and poet,
consumed by the
powerful spell of words
and meaning
we are bonded
in ink.

It takes gumption
and courage
to give voice to
your vision of
the world.

It often requires
resilience and nerve
to open your heart
and peel back the
layers of skin,
and let others take
a long look at the
inner workings of YOU.

Be brave,
take courage,
let your soul speak
in its very own
language.

People will read
your words and
listen to the sweet
whispers
and thunderous shouts
that flow from pens
and keys
to release the
inner demons and angels
and the lyrical
vines that bloom and live
in our individual
landscapes,

fluidly coursing from
our own rabbit holes
with fortitude and grace
and our neverlands,
where we need never
grow up,

to share with those
that need to see
and hear and feel
and wonder.


-by Mercurychyld
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