Reassurances
clouds have replaced the sun
dark blues and grays
beach chairs and umbrellas
highlighted spots on the sand
from the sixteenth floor;
seagulls fly at eye level
down drafts of wind
pushed to the ground rebound
far beneath my balcony
seen through an open door;
Astill waters like a lake move
steadily towards an unseen shore
anchored boats roll gently over waves
as do three jet ski buoys
and the horizon draws ever closer;
darkened days delight the sunburned
while fees are paid for the week,
we continue with our plans to
lounge in chairs on the beach
reading what we can while there;.
clouds have replaced the sun
but we all know it is still there
and inside this light of each day
we find many sound reassurances.
27Sept16
clouds have replaced the sun
dark blues and grays
beach chairs and umbrellas
highlighted spots on the sand
from the sixteenth floor;
seagulls fly at eye level
down drafts of wind
pushed to the ground rebound
far beneath my balcony
seen through an open door;
Astill waters like a lake move
steadily towards an unseen shore
anchored boats roll gently over waves
as do three jet ski buoys
and the horizon draws ever closer;
darkened days delight the sunburned
while fees are paid for the week,
we continue with our plans to
lounge in chairs on the beach
reading what we can while there;.
clouds have replaced the sun
but we all know it is still there
and inside this light of each day
we find many sound reassurances.
27Sept16
As I recall, I wrote my first poem in high school using green ink. I had a refillable cartridge ink pen and could only find green ink. The poem was inspired by the song TIRED OF WAITING by the Kinks.
When I graduated and went to college, I did not write at all. After 3 years, I dropped out, got married, joined the military for 2 years, and returned to college in 1972. It was then that I began writing poems every day.
I would got to McDonalds or Hardees and buy a large cup of coffee (free refills) and write for an hour before going to class. I went to classes in the mornings and worked in the afternoons. When I graduated from college, I continued to write each morning for an hour before going to work.
This practice of writing early in the morning continued from 1972 until 1990 when I relocated from NC to TN... I got a divorce in 1993, married a second time in 1998. While I did not continue to write each day, I found time to write several times a week.
My second wife and I liked to got to Myrtle Beach, SC each summer for a week and while we sat under the umbrellas and watched the Atlantic Ocean, she would read and I would write.
The above poem is from one of those Myrtle Beach visits and was more than likely published on my blog Reflectionsinthoughts.blogspot.com.
I created that blog to publish all the poems that I have written over the years... since I am still in possession of all of them. However, instead of going back into my files, finding the poems, and then typing them up on the blog, I have found it much easier to think up an idea every other day or so.
Usually, I will write two poems at one time... wait a couple of days, then write two more. I have no idea if the poems are any good or not, but the thoughts just seem to pop into my head. Sometimes, they make sense and sometimes they don't.
I was looking though my files today (for some reason) and found the above poem from 2016 and decided to post it on my JOURNAL blog along with a short explanation of my poetry writing history.
YOUR THOUGHTS ARE WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED...
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