I do not know whether in this life
I happened to simply love an animal
from deep within my soul,
a soul seemingly unawakened.
I do know that I did love –still do–
like an animal does:
with no filters, no assessment,
no judgement about facts such as
if love given and love gotten
do ever balance each other out.
I do not know if I ever loved an animal,
I do know though, that I did love like one
and was happy when being loved
and suffered when not.
And I grew up,
@AC Benus @Headstall, I so appreciate your comments… It wasn’t easy to put those words together, it was, though, a turning point in my life. Thanks for commenting and reading!
At the beginning:
coming into life
to doting parents,
to loving siblings,
finding myself
in a sheltered place;
feeling safe, secure, loved.
Time to move away,
up to a new start.
A new beginning:
finding my place in life,
changing places,
changing countries,
changing languages,
founding my own family,
wife, kid,
feeling once again
safe, secure, loved.
Until everything shatters:
up then again to a new start.
A different beginning,
finding my place in
As usual, the interaction with César and Brett is just perfect, thanks for bringing the Granddads to DF!
I’m rooting for Northman being transferred to the US Consulate in Vladivostok, if there’s not one yet, he could be the first transfer there, toilettes should be kept clean and I’m quite sure, such a highly principled man is the right fit for the job.
Again, a real treat for a Friday, thanks @Carlos Hazday
Dear Parker,
I’ve wrote other poems (I used to say “texts”, I know better -just different- now), but I think this one of mine can be a good reaction to this beautiful container of emotions and feelings you have shared here with us.
http://english.joseantoniocalanyascontinente.com/2017/12/a-prayer.html?m=1
Thanks for sharing your precious art!
A look clean and bright
A thought positive and pure
Air so light and exhilarating
Sadness lurking around.
Breathing deep, slowly
Eyes closed, sparkling
Looking at the void inside
Time seems asleep.
Void inside
Slowly filling up with the light
Of what you lived
Of what is awaiting you.
Again on the move
Free and positive
Sad…
Alive.
A look so clear
A future so longed for
A present going on.
@Wayne Gray, I’m binge-re-reading your work and had to change my reaction to this chapter. The verse “hace you bled the blood?” is such a beautiful jewel… thanks for your beautifully crafted art.
Gary, that you think so high of my writing, being the author I’ve come to love and cherish… no words for that, really, no words (my friends here would be laughing their backsides off at me not finding g words 😝). Thank you
Petrarca… Italian Renaissance was definitely more open than religion and society let on. Feel honored that my “footprints” take you back to such a huge poet, @AC Benus
Footprints lonely in the tracks,
footprints together in the woods;
footprints erasing one another,
footprints, though on the ground
helping each other
to go forth in life.
Footprints of endless straight ways,
footprints of loves fought and felt;
footprints of growing together hand in hand,
footprints of differences
so beautiful,
so intense.
Footprints of love turned to pain,
footprints awakening in light, in a song,
footprints rem
Nice chapter, I find it always nice how CJ is able to expand his social network with interesting people.
BTW, “Bosch” can be a Catalan family name? It’s an alternate spelling to “Bosc” (it means forest), it will probably be a Jewish family name)
Fresh scent after the rain,
wet soil, dreamy
recalling happy memories.
Fresh air after the rain,
intense fragrance, intoxicating
every sense is awake.
Resounding echoes after the rain,
fruitful smell of captivating life,
of a new-born spring.
Early after the rain,
eager to blossom and laugh,
to be again just a kid playing
with fresh water on the ground.
It’s been a strange week so far, thanks though, @Carlos Hazday, for reminding me it’s a Friday.
after reading the new CJ treat a question comes up: how many chapters till Northman gets his backside handed to him on a platter?
Loved this chapter, Mr. Hazday, thank you!
Thanks for reading and commenting, AC.
Love is water, loving and living mean we have to know how to swim… somehow snorkeling to be completely surrounded by love, but breathing and rejoicing in being alive.
Paint me in the colors of the sea,
in the soft blue of the breeze,
in the blue green of saltwater.
Talk to me in soothing sounds,
in the voice of the waves,
in the caress of the wind,
in the warmth of your touch.
Let me breathe in the air of a new day,
wallow lazy in the green of a forest,
drift around in the sea of life,
enjoy the voices of a thousand birds.
Take me under your wings,
carry me in your embrace:
let me be my best version,
let me just b
Way to go, @Carlos Hazday, thank you for the new chapter. And so the plot thickens ("the thick plottens" came repeatedly to mind, sorry 😝).
Interesting development how the tech-magician takes charge, maybe he can reset CJ's boss.
Thanks again!