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Life Writing

The Fleeting of Inspiration

If only we could capture
The moment of connection
The electric fire and energy
All cosmic flowers blooming
That moment
That microsecond
Before rinsed away
By the wash of time
Of thoughts and senses
Living and life
And forgotten
Lines and lyrics
And visions lost
<sigh>
For want of a notebook

We’ve probably all had those flashes of brilliance at completely inopportune times. The perfect lyric or book title or even snarky comeback that strikes while you’re in the checkout lane, or in a public toilet, or walking the dog two blocks from home. If only you could remember it you could prove to the world how absolutely brilliant you really are, but…

You never remember it quite right and you never ever have a notebook. Damn!

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Life Poetry - Posey

Poetry Wednesday 2

First light

creeping through the dark to catch you unaware

like a ghost

a gleam in the corner of your eye

playing tricks with you

before appearing in full form

awake and alive

a new day

(A W Kearney 2022)

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Life Poetry - Posey

Diaphanous Muse

If only we could capture that moment of connection

The fire and energy, all cosmic pieces fitting

That moment, that microsecond before rinsed away

By the wash of time, of thoughts and senses, living and life

Oh woe for the lines and lyrics, and visions lost

For want of a notebook

There are so many times that I’ve had a brilliant flash of inspiration only to have it vanish into of other thoughts. It’s frustrating to think that our lives are so very limited and the true sparks of the muse even more so. But yet we can watch them slip through our fingers so very very easily never to come again.

Scotland
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Poetry - Posey

Poetry Day: On Day One

It has been a while since I’ve posted any poetry, which is sad because that was one of the reasons I started this page. However, I was under that mistaken belief that there was a paying market for poetry out there and that if you posted your work online, they wouldn’t take it. That part is actually true, but there is a minuscule market out there for poetry. So I decided that it wasn’t worth my time. I still love poetry and write it when I can, but I will be posting it here for the time being. Enjoy.

I wrote this poem for my grandson for his birth in 2014. I’ve only seen him a handful of times since. Life…

On Day One

Our first meeting

You fresh to the world

Still wet around the ears and scared

I smiled the worlds’ welcome

On Day One

You were all things

All potentials and possibilities

The seed of everything, anything

On Day One

Perched on the cusp of infinity

You were a multiverse at a point

An infinity, a singularity

You could be anything, go anywhere

With all of life before you

Please spread your wings and savor it all

For you will never be more free

Than on Day One

From here on the world closes in

It presses around you

Forms you

Controls you

Stereotypes you

No path is completely untraveled

No life without influence

After Day One

Forces will pull you

Warp you

Change you

So hold on to what you can of yourself

For only on Day One

Were you completely free and completely you