My first order of business is to write in my blog, so here I am.
You know, there are a lot of people out there writing, writing, writing, and probably millions of words being published to the internet every day. What can I add? My answer is, I can add that which is uniquely mine--my experience, my character, my stories. So, for this morning, I'm going to share a poem I wrote yesterday. Here goes -
Talking to Fred
There are millions of words in my head, Fred
That I doubt will come out til I'm dead--
dead and gone.
There are so many songs in my head, Jack
They keep me awake every night--
It's a freakin' fright.
There are thoughts and pictures and feelings, Sam
Sometimes I don't know who I am--
It just ain't right.
But I'm doing the best that I can, Fran
With the help of my friends I'll get by--
I suppose, til the day I die.
Then perhaps they'll publish my opus,
And all I can hope is they'll try
To find some sense in the words
That often seem quite absurd.
But if only they'd ever get heard
One or two just might change the world.