Cozy Contemplations - 5. Poet

From an instruction / warning / entreaty to others to stay true to

pain and then,

more pain,

and finding peace in a castle / fortress of your own

Your idea of a cozy contemplation can be rather different from mine ...   Anguish is a powerful poem, speaking to me more directly than I'd like. Same with Faking it. Blessed is more what I'd expect - Spring in all its glory. Renewal, beauty, the natural world and your relationship with it. Thank you for these but I'd like it if the next lot were a reflection of you in a happier mood.

I loved Poet.  Words can be such a powerful tool:  They can lift the spirit or bring it low.  They can purge the hurt or help a person to redirect it.  You do have a way with words, Gary  

9 hours ago, hohochan657 said:

From an instruction / warning / entreaty to others to stay true to

pain and then,

more pain,

and finding peace in a castle / fortress of your own

At least there was some peace, buddy  ... thanks for you support, hoho  

9 hours ago, northie said:

Your idea of a cozy contemplation can be rather different from mine ...   Anguish is a powerful poem, speaking to me more directly than I'd like. Same with Faking it. Blessed is more what I'd expect - Spring in all its glory. Renewal, beauty, the natural world and your relationship with it. Thank you for these but I'd like it if the next lot were a reflection of you in a happier mood.

 

Normally I would have posted Anguish and Faking it in Reflections, but I didn't want to split these up... the back and forth is honest... I keep trying... I get they don't fit the description, though. Thanks for being kind enough to leave a comment, northie... I appreciate it...  

3 hours ago, LitLover said:

I loved Poet.  Words can be such a powerful tool:  They can lift the spirit or bring it low.  They can purge the hurt or help a person to redirect it.  You do have a way with words, Gary  

Thank you, Lit. Poet was my attempt to move on   I appreciate the support...   

A very nice progression here, my dear friend... How many times I've agonized over decisions and choices I've made, and trying to maintain a stoic face for the world around me.  Only I know how hard my external smile can be to put on some days, but it does get easier with time, though it is hollow occasionally.

Despite my trials over the years, somehow I continue to look forward to those calm waters where I am at peace with both my outer environment and inner self.

Hey, CG. I'm pleased you saw the progression. I think we all do that agonizing thing, and sometimes it's just easier to curl up and stay in bed. Hindsight can be a blessing and a curse both. Those calm waters you speak of are, for me, right here... at my farm. It is my anchor. I have friends in Toronto who ask why I don't get a condo in the city... my answer is I would regret it. They think I'm settling... that I only have so much time left... it's okay they don't quite get it... I lived in the village, but I did for someone else, not for me. At some point we have to accept where we belong... we can't always have everything... love you, buddy... thanks and cheers... Gary xoxo

21 minutes ago, Headstall said:

Hey, CG. I'm pleased you saw the progression. I think we all do that agonizing thing, and sometimes it's just easier to curl up and stay in bed. Hindsight can be a blessing and a curse both. Those calm waters you speak of are, for me, right here... at my farm. It is my anchor. I have friends in Toronto who ask why I don't get a condo in the city... my answer is I would regret it. They think I'm settling... that I only have so much time left... it's okay they don't quite get it... I lived in the village, but I did for someone else, not for me. At some point we have to accept where we belong... we can't always have everything... love you, buddy... thanks and cheers... Gary xoxo

Maybe it's a mild touch of OCD, but I always thought everything had its place, and though I've spent nearly half my life in this house in Columbus, it still doesn't feel 'right'...that was my place I grew up in, out in the countryside where Jay & Miles live--a very real place I miss every day. 

Some people may think it's settling, but to me it's putting down roots and being where life feels right.  I pity those people who have the urge to move every few years--they'll never know inner peace and their families will never have a sense of community.

16 minutes ago, ColumbusGuy said:

 

Maybe it's a mild touch of OCD, but I always thought everything had its place, and though I've spent nearly half my life in this house in Columbus, it still doesn't feel 'right'...that was my place I grew up in, out in the countryside where Jay & Miles live--a very real place I miss every day. 

Some people may think it's settling, but to me it's putting down roots and being where life feels right.  I pity those people who have the urge to move every few years--they'll never know inner peace and their families will never have a sense of community.

So true. Home really is where our heart is... and yes that can apply to a person you love, but it can also be a place you cherish. This is where my kids were raised, and even when I resided in Toronto, I was able to be here almost constantly... it took a lot of driving,and dedication, but it was worth it. Never once did I consider selling this place. Yeah... inner peace  

Poets was amazing...'pen is mightier than sword' it seems the message of the poem...Blessed was enjoyable giving, really nature has so many wonders that they have blessed us with and anguish was so honest, really we make choices everyday n every hour...Loved all of them!! Great writing!! 

1 hour ago, Aviana said:

Poets was amazing...'pen is mightier than sword' it seems the message of the poem...Blessed was enjoyable giving, really nature has so many wonders that they have blessed us with and anguish was so honest, really we make choices everyday n every hour...Loved all of them!! Great writing!! 

In these days of fake news and peoples' distrust of the written word, we need to not lose sight of the integrity of our poems. I don't want to write what readers want to hear... I want to write what I feel... what's honest, because then our words have true weight and power. You have it exactly... the pen is mightier than the sword... I love that you saw that in this. 

I wanted Anguish and Blessed in the same collection... there are two sides to us... and one spurs us on to have the outlook of the other. Sometimes we just want to hide away, but nature has a way of calling me forth... once again you have lifted me up and made my day... thanks and cheers... Gary ....  

to CG, moving every few years is just a form of running away from yourself.  i have always lived my truth. the idea of lying is so not happening with me, no matter how life hits me for it. my mother, if the truth would not hurt her, she'd still lie. i once told a doctor she lies so much, i'm not sure she gave birth to me. lying is so abhorrent to me, that i never even told my son the lie about Santa, the Christmas Spirit, but Santa? no

you uses so few words to say so much. well done

Thanks Moggy... I'm pleased you liked this poetry. I agree with your message to CG. Lies are hurtful and abhorrent. Deceit is a crime that destroys. The only thing I do differently... is Santa... that wonder on my childrens' faces when they believe in flying reindeer... it stays in my heart. They get eased into real life soon enough, and start to realize all those fairy tales are just wonderful stories, grown from imagination. I believe it stirs the creative parts in those so inclined   Thanks for commenting... cheers... Gary....  

oh i did all the things about Christmas, it was just couched in not the "lies'. it was the story of Santa and his legends. we told him the real story of St. Nicholas  still got all the wonder, it was just i couldn't get the lies out 

On 7/10/2017 at 1:35 PM, mogwhy said:

oh i did all the things about Christmas, it was just couched in not the "lies'. it was the story of Santa and his legends. we told him the real story of St. Nicholas  still got all the wonder, it was just i couldn't get the lies out 

Sorry, I missed this. I even went so far as to stomp on my roof and ring an old school bell... my kids were so alive with excitement the next morning... as long as we give them that wonder, it doesn't matter how we do it  ... lieing is hurtful... make-believe or imparting fantastic tales is a gift... Cheers....

I love the exhortations of Poet and will take it to heart.  Anguish and Faking It were an interesting progression from Poet.  I see the truth in both.  Blessed is the triumphant end to the journey.  Grouped together they form a powerful tale, a call to arms ending in a triumph.  Just beautiful Gary!

29 minutes ago, raven1 said:

I love the exhortations of Poet and will take it to heart.  Anguish and Faking It were an interesting progression from Poet.  I see the truth in both.  Blessed is the triumphant end to the journey.  Grouped together they form a powerful tale, a call to arms ending in a triumph.  Just beautiful Gary!

Thank you, Terry.