PAINTING PICTURES AND EMOTIONS WITH WORDS

Good morning folks! 😁 Thank crunchie or should I say “thank poetry it’s Friday.” Today I want to share with you two of my favourite poetry quotes and why they have become such.

First up is: “Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.” Plutarch

We all know the quote: “A picture paints a thousand words” and indeed this can be very true! Just one picture can convey a myriad of thoughts; emotions and ideas as well as stimulating much discussion. However, a good poem; written well can paint a pretty impressive picture and put a person in the physical place the poet is talking about or allow them to experience the emotions the that the writer is has experienced.

From early on in my poetic journey one of my main goals and indeed heart’s desire has been to paint pictures with words. To express myself so clearly and honestly that the person reading it can understand what I’m talking about and be transported physically; mentally to the place or state of mind that I’m writing about. I want the reader to literally see what I’m talking about. That’s one of the best compliments a person could pay me or any poet for that matter, that they can see what I’m trying to say.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost

Poetry is all about emotion and I can be an emotional writer who wears his heart on his sleeve. But it’s carefully observed emotion at that, so carefully observed through deep thought and much reflection that you’re able to find the right words to express it. And when you find those right words you write them down straight away as you don’t want to forget them! Believe me, it’s a beautiful thing when a person can feel or understand what you’re feeling through a word; sentence or poem that you wrote! 😁❤️👍

All the Fathers Out there

To all the fathers out there.
Worried and anxious
Imperfect & flawed
Goofy and childlike
Strong & dependable
Present or absent

Some shuffled off the mortal coil
Too soon
Others succumbing
To the ravages of time.
Others headed for the hills
Once they heard the words
“You’re going to be a father.”
Or found
All this responsibility
Frightening.
Too much to bear.
The men who
Should never have been
Fathers
Or who never had the chance
Despite being ready made.
The men who took on the role
Of fathers
When they could
Have stayed in the shade

Fathers who double up
As mothers
And mothers who double up
As fathers.
And fathers who…
Are just that.
Fathers.
Who work hard
To provide for their kids.
Or stay at home
To do the same
But in a different way
Who pick up their kids
When they fall
Who dress up silly
To make them laugh
And lift them up
On their shoulders
So they can see the world
Better.

We see you
And salute you
For the influence you’ve had
The examples you’ve set.
(Sometimes by default)
Of how to be
And not to be
A father.

It’s not easy
And the world
Demands a lot
Of a man
And a father
These days.
You don’t just
Become a father
Overnight
When the going gets tough
You got to step up
And earn the right
Show them the way
Be their light
But the rewards
Far outweigh
The negative.
The opportunity
To shape their lives
Leave a legacy

It is the best thing
You’ll ever do

FREEZE TIME

Wish that I could’ve frozen time

Halted it completely in its tracks

Made it that the bells wouldn’t chime

That you wouldn’t fade to black

Wish I could’ve wrapped you

And your fragile little frame,

Stooped in humble service

Like a perpetual prayer,

up in cotton wool

In bubble wrap

In my arms

Breathe fresh life

Into your lungs

But cancer had set its trap

Aggressively it had struck

And your body slowly wasted away

To mere skin & bone

As if you were made to atone

For some ancient sin

You’d buried deep within

A thought I scarce can entertain

For it would stain

Your memory

Your legacy

You were too pure

Too gentle

For this earth

Hope you find the peace

You’re looking for

To make your sacrifices

Worth.

 

Wish that I could freeze time

Halt it completely in its tracks

Get a marker & draw a line,

Across which you cannot pass

For fear that you might get older

Grow up too soon

Lose your childlike innocence

For you’re too young to shoulder

Such burdens.

If that makes any sense.

Put together your very own

Wardrobe to Narnia

Where you’ll never grow old

Or succumb to disease

Where you’ll never be told

What to do

Or have to appease

You’ll sit on the throne

Guided by the great lion

And rule your kingdom

With kindness and compassion

Love and wisdom

Strength & dignity

For the whole of your life