It’s OCTOBER!? I am usually inside a venturousness shadow for October! Poetically that is, for Dark Poetry October. The Lord gifted me way…way back in the day, with a passion for poetry for some reason. I still remember looking at one of my grandmothers old poetry books by Edgar Allen Poe when I was 9 ish I think. I was so fascinated with it. She seen me looking at the book and said to me something like: “you’re not interested in that ole thing are you Vickie Lynn? You surely don’t understand it.” …and she was right, I didn’t understand a lick of it, but I was instantly drawn to it for some reason. My very first poem was actually about suicide. I received an A- for it. The teacher told me to be sure I show it to my grandmother. Hummmm….then when I was a young adult reflecting back on that poem, I was like OMGawsh!! My Poor Grandmother!! I didn’t know it at the time, since I was in 5th grade, but my poem was a riddle about suicide!!
Well years have come and gone since my 1st poem, and the suicide poetry too. I am so thrilled to be inside the light of the Lord. I just adore the direction I feel I have now. The clarity of reason(s). I too am so grateful for his gifting me with a passion for poetry. I am not sure why he has given me this gift, but I figure eventually he will reveal this to me. Then again maybe not, maybe he just wishes to manifest through me in poetry, and I am tickled pink to give him my all. He has given me so many creative ideas too. I hope to achieve all he has in-store for me. He has me on course now that’s for sure. I am so thankful to so many people. We all really do need to love each other a whole lot more, and offer each other allot more love. I learned a hard lesson about time the other day. I had kept wanting to go see an ole friend, and you know the scenario I’m sure. I kept pushing it off, and saying to myself: ”I should get a hold of so & so, and so & so…” Well I learned he passed away. I am so emotionally sorrowed by the news. I had every opportunity to contact him. The Lord kept putting him in my thoughts, and I shrugged it off. year after year, and now all my chances to go see him, or talk to him on the phone are gone forever. I am so sorry…I thank the Lord though for this lesson. I now value everyone with pricelessness!! I have made all sorts of phone calls, and I am on a mission to stay connected to all the people I love. This situation won’t happen again.
So with this having been said, if you have someone, anyone in your life that you want to talk to, or comes to your mind THE TIME IS NOW!! You mustn’t wait for a better day. My friend was in dire straights, and I feel a world of guilt on my heart that I could have helped him had I only sought him out. He didn’t know where I was from all my relocation(s), and I screwed up. FaceBook is a great place to reconnect with old friends. But some of your friends won’t be on line, and if you can’t find them that’s not a good thing, since they may be in the obituary….oh my stomach aches…
Anyways…lets light a candle and listen to the wind moan!! I can almost hear the branches cracking from the knotted rope noose slung over the old oak (this is not a suicide poem!) I am trying to be Allhallows Festive, you know spooksville!! Creepy crawlers & pesky trick-r-treaters! Rotten eggs & toilet paper garland…ha ha!! Here’s the poem for Dark Poetry October:
The epitaphic season’s of death approaches,
Reaping in by the funebrial lull of darkness.
Listen in abandon, to the eclictic wind chimes.
Where the pastoral shadows kiss upon questions;
Gainfully opposing revelation’s quintessential hand.
While the illusive death knells rejoice, and echoicly sing,
Whispering softness, upon the gentle orbs of transition…
Into the palatial depths of quietude’s ebonic fortress,
The wrought gallows bird are hung with roped intentions;
Knowing freedom begets the silent choices we make.
Knocking upon the birthing thresholds of adversity;
Ceremonial rituals become harnessed by illusivity.
Announcing another arrival, into the season of death,
As the litany of time breaths into every living moment…
R.I.P RONNY YOU WERE A VERY BEAUTIFUL PERSON IN MY LIFE XX I Miss You...