After my recent interview about the book “Who Said I was up for Adoption?” (link below)
… and given my desire to promote my book of poetry “Just Thinking”, another interview is a consideration. The problem however, is determining whether that interview was an economical advertising concept, and the answer will not be known until the 2nd quarter sales stats are available, which will not be until the end of July. While that situation is a very obvious reason to defer making any decisions, there is, however, a more pressing reason to stall an interview at this time.
I don’t particularly like poetry!
When the interviewer probes into my past influences, in the context of publishing a book of poetry, it would seem rather inappropriate to admit that I never actually read much poetry because I did not like it!
The reason that my poetry reading was very limited was because, on so many occasions, it was quite simply hard work. I enjoyed Wordworth’s Daffodils, and a few other isolated poems, but all too often I found the structures “awkward”, or the message buried too deep (Was there even a message?). In summary, so many of them were beyond my realms of understanding. Even today, I often come across poetry (usually modern) that I simply shake my head at because, for whatever reason, it simply does not “work” for me.
So why did I write a book of poetry? It was really simple. I wanted to use poetic verse to cover various aspects of life, but in a form that was simple to read, and understandable. My rationale (which I admit is rather flawed), is that if I can read and get some understanding from it, then others should be able to (I did say it was flawed!).
Below is from my book “Just Thinking”, which is available from all major on-line book retailers (a link to amazon.com showing reviews is at the end).
“Until We Meet Again”
I went to bed at my usual time
And lay contemplating life,
But… then something strange happened.
I was outside… alone. Where was I?
It was all so very quiet.
Not a sound could be heard.
No birds or animals, nor wind in the trees,
I listened hard but… not a word.
I was just a little concerned,
Being in this silent scene.
I could see no way out.
Was I simply in a dream?
Then you appeared as a total surprise.
Walking towards me from out the mist.
I watched you come ever closer.
You smiled, and then took hold of my wrist.
Your touch was just so gentle.
Your smile was just so warm.
I could not help but follow you,
But… I wondered… where were we going?
Walking was quite effortless.
My feet not touching the ground.
It felt as if we were flying.
Moving so quickly… and without sound.
A patchwork quilt below me;
Above were clouds and blue sky;
There was an ethereal quality
To this mysterious journey of mine.
Then we came to a place
Where peace and love did abound.
There was an air of perfect harmony.
Heaven… had I found?
Then you spoke for the very first time.
You said you wanted me to see
That a better world could be mine.
It was entirely up to me.
How will I spend my remaining time?
What legacy will I leave?
One of compassion, sharing and love,
Or one of selfishness… and greed.
We were only there a moment,
Then you touched me once again.
Took me up into the skies,
And back to where we began.
I was already missing you
As you slowly walked away,
And disappeared back into the mist.
How I wished that you could have stayed.
But I know that we will meet again.
I know they’ll come a day,
When… once again… I’ll feel your gentle touch,
At a time not too far away.