The Poem “About the Author”

 

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I know that my wonderful gravatar photo is not the most becoming picture.  However… It very explicitly depicts the emotions that have existed during a very large portion of my life.

Poetry is an expression of feelings, emotions, life’s sorrows and life’s pleasures.  Writing should bring happiness and gratification to the writer as an outlet for expressing their desires, their hopes, their fantasies, their euphoria, their wonder, and their tearful moments of sadness.  Join in the conversations with your own reasons for writing poetry or let us know what stirs your soul while absorbing one’s feelings through words

I have had several inquiries as to the possibility that one or more of my poems is about the person that inquired.  I truly cannot answer that.  Perhaps it is.  Perhaps not.  I could say that ‘if the poem fits…..”  What I can say about it is that if you are questioning whether or not a certain poem is about you… perhaps you should take a long look into the mirror and ask yourself that very question.

Most all of the poems posted on this site are reflections of experiences within my own life and are not in any way directed toward any person or persons other than myself… (well… there is that one poem… you know… the one with the jackass in the picture) but I can assure you that anyone reading this blog is not the subject of that poem.  Well… umm… Actually… There may be one or two other poems that were inspired by someone posting comments, but they are expressing positive emotions so they should enjoy exploring that possibility.

Sometimes my strange ideas aren’t exactly as interesting to the readers as I had hoped that they would be, but I thought I would try once again to do something a little different.  I appreciate you visiting The Poem “About the Author” page.

 

 The Poem
“About the author…”
(An Autobiography?)

I tried to touch the clouds one time
On a clear blue day in June
I climbed the tallest tree I found
Hoping to touch the moon

I left the earth in a cardboard box
Exploring the unknown
Searching for that distant place
Where I’d not feel alone

I wandered wooded valley paths
In search of buried treasure
Finding there amongst the trees
A wealth of childhood pleasures

I learned to fly when I was five
Without the wings of planes
I travelled cross the country side
Above the fields of grain

I disliked school my entire life
Bored completely numb
The councelors and teachers
Just labeled me as dumb

No need to chase your dreams young man
My ‘guidance’ councelor chimed
You’ll never be as good as me
Your life will never rhyme

Believing what he had to say
I threw in all the towels
And spent my time in tops of trees
Conversing with the owls

I won’t name names, but his was Phil
In a position to condemn
I became uniquely strange
While he’s just one of ‘them’

Finding nowhere that I fit
I wasted many days
Then I found direction
Guarding coasts upon the waves

College days were much more sane
Scientific explorations
Philosophy of circumstance
Surpassing expectations

The children came to share the light
With love and light and sadness
Added to, subtracted from
Life’s certainty of madness

Through the years of growing
We sometimes drift apart
And sometimes make decisions
That really aren’t that smart

The second time to wed someone
With love I’d never felt
Strangely I was happy
With the cards that I was delt

Too young for expectations
Of lying in a bed
With staples up and down my chest
Enduring close to dead

Recovery would have been in vain
If not for one who cared
My heart grew far beyond what’s known
For love we found to share

Then the evil crept inside
Growing poisoned arrows
Infecting lymphs, the throat and more
Survival somewhat narrow

For therapy they radiate
My throat was nearly closed
The pain increased by damage done
From rules that they imposed

After all is said and done
The taste of food is gone
Swallowing is difficult
And the illness lingers on

Escaping thoughts of ‘what might be’
I searched for mental calm
Finding not a shred of hope
But sparrows in my palm

Then I found poetic verse
Deep within my head
And knew that it could not remain
As something left unsaid

The light has shined upon my face
As readers find my page
Their comments and their brilliant prose
Has built a brand new stage

The shyness so ingrained in me
Dampened by their light
Friendships built upon these words
Has placed some hope in sight

I’ve been told throughout my life
I’m somewhat strange within
Some just think I’m downright weird
Or maybe polar twins

I’ll assume the word unique
Is best to be construed
Unless of course there’s other times
Where I become unscrewed

I don’t believe aloneness
Can ever be consoled
Instilled too deep from circumstance
That lies beyond control

I guess I really have it all
While love at home still climbs
With readers from around the world
That like poetic rhyme

Now, I don’t fit in cardboard boxes
Or climb big trees it seems
But you can always find me here….
Still chasing after dreams

Michael33

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