Rich's Poetry Blog

While I eventually plan to publish one of my longer poems, I'll publish another from 2009 today.  The message in this one is pretty clear, but I find myself often fighting to be the best person I can (versus bad, OK, or even plain ole good enough).  I think many of us feel like we want to be better people and that we often 'derail' (so to speak) in our efforts.  I also believe all of us can regroup, heal, and get back on course when we falter.  To me, the ennobling and enabling power of love is the greatest force to evoke true change.  I could go on about feeling that love, offering that love, etc., but I won't. :) I never officially gave this a title, and the closest I could come to at the time was Chains, so here it is. Untitled (Chains) Assuage the hurt, and take this pain That burns like acid in my veins I lose my thoughts like horses reins, Distracting me from all that's sane So Clutch! Re-grasp! And start again, Regroup! Control. Push back thi...

So, I wanted to show a little more upbeat tone in my next post.  I don't write like this often - maybe I am just too focused on "deeper" emotions like loss and pain or trying to express my feelings about challenges.  Not that gratitude can't be a deep emotion - it certainly can. Nonetheless, I decided to post a poem of thanks to the person who does some kindness (seen or unseen).  We don't ever really get to thank those people who could have taken that parking spot, but let us have it instead, or the person who left the coupon on the shelf for the thing we were going to buy anyway, or showed kindness in a thousand other small ways. This is a bit whimsical and certainly employs hyperbole, but I think that's secretly how we feel sometimes when things like this happen.  So here's to you awesome do-gooders! The Friend I Never Knew                       ...

I should probably post the first poem I ever wrote first, but I just don't have my poems chronicled like that. I decided to look at the ones I have on my computer and post one or two of those first. In writing poems, I found much of what I do is to write about what I feel, observe, or am trying to understand. It's a far different thing to try to write about another person's emotion. So, this may be the only poem I write like this because it's inherently difficult to do. I don't have a little girl. The closest I have been to that is deeply wanting to have a little girl with my wife. It didn't happen for us - we have two awesome boys. But here is how I imagine one could feel if blessed with a little girl and tragedy struck. This is a sad way to start a blog, but perhaps it will help someone. I certainly mean no offense and do not pretend to truly understand the complete depths of sorrow for those who have lost a child they loved. I am trying to take ...

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