Creating Beauty

 

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You’re
my muse,
Universe.
Awe-inspiring!
Hoping to create some noetic poems.
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Wired For It

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Roughly translated from German:

Music is love.

     It can laugh with me.
     It can cry with me.
     It can bring together what was once separated.

Music can tell me what lips are afraid to say.

Music can bring back what I lost.

Music alone therefore is chosen.

 

Margarete Kernbach is my grandmother on my mother’s side. I found this parchment with her words following my mother’s death in 2012. It was among the things she left behind, very simply preserved in a plastic frame. I never knew my Oma wrote poetry. Nor do I know if this was the only poem or if there were ever any other writings by her. I only know of this one.

Discovering this little poem ties me to my grandmother in a profound way, at least for me it does. Not that I realized it at that moment though. I kept it for sentimental reasons, like so many things that I took from the apartment after my mother died. It wasn’t until I began writing poetry these last few years that I remembered I had this in my possession. But then I realized, I had a connection to her that was far more substantial than the entirety of our relationship as I was growing up. She never played an influential role in my life as she was a very distant woman, as I recall. And incredibly superficial, like most of my family.

She may have had some depth about her after all but obviously was not able to have it with her own flesh and blood. I’m still sad in that regard. But I’ve been moved knowing that I maybe share this love of poetry with her.

It helps me understand where my love for words, expression, passion, and emotions come from. And also, where my desire to be honest about my feelings regarding all things sprang from. She’s in my blood obviously, but now, she is meaningful to me in a way she wasn’t before.

Today, I still consider her more of a mystery than anything else, but at least we have one thing in common now.

I kinda like knowing where I got my start.

Foundation of Dreams

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With deliberate intention, the goal was to devour thousands of words. He reveled in the delicious anticipation of cerebral and sentimental fulfillment. Focused and ready for some relevant adscititious information to challenge his brain’s hunger for knowledge and fantasy. The emotions of the poets forcefully laid down impressions on his mind. Hours passed immersed in the stories and written essences of others. It colored him happy. And tired. The eyes slowly closed. All the words turned to dreams of mystical sunsets with a bareback unicorn ride on the beach, hair whipping in the wild wind.

Then he woke up smiling.

 

Feeling Human Ebook!

For those of you who have enjoyed my writing and poetry here and want to get to know me a little better, my first book “Feeling Human” is now available in the Kindle Store! If you’d prefer a paperback that’s an option as well. Feel free to contact me directly if you’d like a signed copy. Cheers!

***Note: For some reason, not all devices automatically capture the color images, they default to black and white. If this is an issue for your reader, PLEASE contact me and I will send you a file with the color images. They are just toooooo beautiful not to see how they were intended to be represented!

A Book Is Born!

5What started as an interesting thought developed into a dream turned reality. I made a book and it’s finally published!

I do hope you’ll want to immerse yourselves in my writing! To get your copy on Amazon, click here.

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