I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.
I’m intoxicated with past and present thoughts. Enjoying and reliving childhood scenarios, thinking about different present day scenarios while I hear echos and see reflections of musical notes float by my head. They’re like bubbles. Floating through the space in front of me as they sound the musical notes they were written for.
I can only hope for a friend who knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails. Someone close to my heart. Someone who is kindred in spirit and soul. An intimate partner with an intimate knowledge of my inner essence.
As time speeds up our lives I’m beginning to lose some memory, some flexibility and other things that come with an older age, eye sight and hearing included. I’m cold when I should be hot, I’m hot when I should be cold. Each day becomes a challenge for my memory. I hate that I can not remember a lot of my memories.
Life moves on. I find solace in writing my poetry, in drawing my art and coloring.
I’m grateful for the ability to express myself in such a graceful way. I enjoy the challenge and escape it affords. I find a comfort in the silence I consume and pack it away for a noisy day.
My soul soars with the holiest of spirits on high to commune with the angels in my waking dreams. Always imagining a serene place I put my trust with these spirits to bring me back home.
Soon I’m back to the living words on my page, the breathing line after line embellishing the timbre of melody in my mind. I never tire of the words that flow from my finger tips. I thank God in heaven above for the talent he gives me to write.
© 2020 Laurie S Novak