I think a lot of people have at some point in their life written poetry. Maybe they were short rhyming couplets they composed for an English class, or perhaps they jotted down some haiku one night camping after everyone had fallen asleep and the embers crackled in the dark. Some people have secret notebooks with scattered thoughts they have compiled over the years with little order or apparent beauty. Expressing ourselves with words is such a powerful thing, but sometimes it only comes in a burst. This, for me at least, is often when poetry is birthed. I’ve rarely shared my poetry with anyone; not because I’m ashamed or embarrassed of my work, but mostly because they are often deeply personal, and I don’t really think of myself as a poet, though I’ve written many and rather love writing them. So maybe it is time to share a few.
Be it forever?
Even on the blue shores of Alaska
I think of her
Alone in the cold, with wild memories near
Her heart moves on in the wilderness
Mine stays put in the city
Beneath the golden sky and under the endless night
We stare at the same sun
We hope on the same moon
A vast lake separates us
Be it forever?
The tears are fleeting, the fathers speaking
In remembrance we sit, fighting feelings
Our eyes swollen, our hearts too sad
Saying bye to a grandpa, a friend, a dad.
The moon seemed eternally shy and devastatingly bright
As it peaked its forehead over the mountain peaks just to my right
It was a sight that stuck with me
A beauty indelible and awesome
Reminding me of the scared yet indestructible light within ourselves