Poetry

Gabriel

This is a illustrated poem I did when I was around sixteen years old (oh how time flies). I was advised at the time never to show it to anyone because of its content and although I'm still quite the introvert, paradoxically I was (and still am) a bit of a rebel, so I thought I'd share it anyway. Perhaps in a small way it will allow me to feel like some of my 'work' has been published or more rather seen. Isn't that what creativity is about? ... Creating something to be seen or known, to resonate with another, to tell a story, to carve out unmistakeable truth or send out trillions of ambiguous messages along with clear ones. Don't get me wrong creating things is like breathing for me, when I have managed to make something from a thought process, from an aching need, even if it hasn't come out the way I imagined it to, I still feel a sense of accomplishment from viewing it myself. 

Don't all parents feel that way? 

For years .. and I can say years, I've managed to believe the lie that I can stop myself for later ... telling/reminding myself that later-on I can run for what I need to do but I can't any more. I'm running out of breath on things that don't matter to me but this does. If I fly then I fly but, if I fall well at least I tried and I've never felt bad or regretted trying ... so here .. I .. go ..  

*Quick note, in my early youth I really was "into" poetry or more rather making "poetry", in a way I used it, as a sort of diary to put my feeling at that time into something whether in a poem or drawing (still the same really). Here is one of my earliest creations with mistakes included, its aged and weathered, a bit dirty, very scruffy and at times has come close to being binned but nonetheless here it is ... 

It was very hard to capture the full A4 poem with all its detail, so I took snippets of the basic plot. The full size is below. 

Full sized poem (hard to take everything into frame). 

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When has love ever tumbled in my favour

stumbled on my toes

bowed to me and praised my misfortunes 

Never, has it been struck to wonder my place here

and not in heaven. 

Love stays clear of me 

treats me like a vague speck on its guest list.

While others feel love

I dream of it 

Never, will it fall into my lap like others

I do believe I'll have to toil, 

search deep into the eyes of a man foolish enough to enter my favour, snare him in a trap and search of the love in  his pockets.

Where's the magic dust?

but, I know what that will unearth

only pitiful

Lust. 

So there it is. One of the many poems I have created. I don't know what to say really ... apart from I'm glad that I've managed to complete something on my endless to-do/in progress list. I think the poem is humorous but sombre at the same time. Oh and I'm still confused about why I was told to not show this to anyone  because, well I still don't know what the matter is with it (scratches head) perhaps I'll never know. 

So what are you're thoughts? 

Your comments are always welcomed and appreciated

I hope you're well and ...

Have a good day/evening/night wherever you are 

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