Health & Fitness
JWG's Miniscule Past — The Introduction and Final Poems
Wherein JWG shares two more poems from his volume which he finished while vacationing on The Canary Islands.
Yesterday, I spoke about writing the Introduction and final poem for JWG’s Miniscule Past. Today, I thought I would post the fruits of my labor.
Introduction Maspalomas, Gran Canaria The Canary Islands, Spain
February 5, 2011 2:22 p.m. GMT
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In this Tea Party of Life I attend
I feel I’m the mixed up elocutor.
As a guest on a talk show, I’d be bad.
The stories I’d tell would be simple quips.
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That’s what I think today as I relive
Memories that have become a slideshow.
When I speak to a stranger, I babble.
When I hear a word, I see an image.
Scenes of remembrances are images.
Still pictures of my comings and goings.
In my mind, each still life is a portrait.
A Reality that has to be shared.
Sharing has become an overused word.
Caring is a concept I’d like to share.
My muddlement has become a movie
Whose reels could use enlightened editing.
It seems my Life is a kinetoscope.
I have filled many boxes in my brain.
Unfortunately, organization
Has been ignored during the past decades.
When I venture into my mental fluff,
It boggles my mind what I have retained.
Condensing each box and culling the chaff.
Distilling is a pleasure of Life’s game.
Once I have chosen what I will accept,
I delve into another memory.
I do question what I place on paper.
Do my words replicate what’s in my head?
The snippets in each line are nothing more
Than “the tip of the iceberg”, so to speak.
Admitting I’ve honed and thrown away much,
This adventure is My Miniscule Past.
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There is no Ending without Beginning.
Piles of rock can be reduced into sand.
Misunderstanding instills mindless fear.
Politely, I have to take it in hand.
I have walked on dunes to reach the beaches
Never fearing the rumbling on this Earth.
I have cleansed my mind with a pleasant song
And soothed my body with a comic’s mirth.
Coming out of the shadows will happen
When those who find what I Love is the norm.
Hope has inspired me to see the Rainbow
Which appears after a treacherous storm.
Treasuring the fanciful memories
That have actually happened is best.
Bits and pieces mesh into a Lifetime
To placate a mind that will be at rest.
