Rhyme and Reason

I've spent the last few months of my life trying to find a rhyme or reason to my sudden failure to write something and why it angers me so. Perhaps the springtime rains will bring forth some new ideas on fantasy and reality and help me once again start creating things as I did a long time ago....when I was happy.

Over my desk in my office is the poster for my first "personal" novel. As much as I would love to give the name out right now to those who have been reading my blogs since I first started writing them, I have a funny feeling that the people who are in the book who will subsequently receive my version of "shock and awe" are one of the many who are reading this and are still following my life. Perhaps it's a way to not completely lose track of me. Perhaps it's fear of what little they knew I was capable of doing when pushed to the outer limits of what a person should actually take. Or perhaps it's mostly to understand now what they couldn't understand then. I don't think I will ever have the chance to find out. But if my daydreams are true, then maybe I just might get the chance.

It's by this uncertainty that I still am able to write. Not because I have "The Urge" as I've called it, but mostly because it helps me to forget and focus on the tasks ahead. There is still much work to be done on my novel and concurrently with this one, I'm working on a couple of others. Needless to say, the task is a great one.

But I will always have time for those who have long enjoyed my poetry. For you few people who are reading my essays, I thank you and I value your opinions. You are the reason that I will continue writing. For as long as I know I am writing for more then myself, I will continue.

I said to a Canadian friend of mine not too long ago, that if I had the time I would dedicate the next poem that I worked on to him. I'm a man of my word and I will honor him in a poem.  Justin....this one's for you....

There are times I'm awakened
in the night with great fear
that these could be the last days of men
and the end draws near.

There are rumors abound
of wars putting
crown against crown.

The people they suffer
and wonder if ever
if they will find a leader
who will beg the world to differ.

One thing is constant
of this I am sure,
these times are not pure,
we are children no more.

Forgetting ourselves,
forgetting great laughter,
it is our own vanity
that most of us are after.

Lifting my eyes and what should I see,
but the essence of winter
falling so neatly.

I kneel in respect
to that which created me
and say the prayer
which asks so sweetly...

"I ask unto you,
oh Heavens above me,
for years I have wondered
has love bid the world adieu?"

"Can it be so
that the world is so empty and cold?
Like an answer to my dreams,
I leave that up to you."

 

Until next time.
© Archangel 2008