I started with a picture
That created such emotion,
Such emotion within me,
That tears run down my face.
I had to write some words,
So my writing was born.
Occasionally at first
Words would go on the page,
But then Calliope came,
Came into my life,
So the writing would not stop.
It was part of me,
Every day I was writing,
My life had been reborn.
All types of subjects,
So many words.
My life went on as well,
My lover at my side,
The love of my life,
So wonderful,
So loving,
So mine.
But then it struck!
Dementia started,
Started claiming her mind.
So I wrote about it,
The worse it got,
The more I wrote.
And then my lover disappeared,
Disappeared into he own mind,
She was no longer there.
But one thing never changed,
The words in my mind were there,
Still there.
So throughout those hard days
My words saved me,
I could lose myself,
Sometimes only briefly,
But my words saved me
From going mad within myself.
I cared for her so much
But could do nothing,
Nothing to help her.
My words became my saviour.
My lover became so ill
She had to go into care,
Into a place of safety.
A wonderful place was found,
And all was well with her world,
Though so sad for me.
I knew she was safe,
Safe in a wonderful home.
Knowing that I relaxed,
Each day was easier,
My worries for her were over.
I was reborn,
Reborn into a life,
A life without worry.
My love for her will never fail,
But I can go on with ease,
Ease in my world.
And still I write words,
I write words every day.
Those words within me
Fighting to get out,
Get out and onto the page.
Every day Calliope looks down,
Looks down on me and calls,
Calls for my words.
So each day I write,
I write for her,
I write for you,
But most of all,
I write for me.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Somebody recently asked me why I write poetry. The video is 15 minute long but well worth listening to, thank you dusk arising for introducing ECM to me
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Thanks Cal(liope)? - erm, I mean Gold!
Yes, some thought or inspiration starts us off. Sometimes not even every day. Maybe 1, 2 or 3 some other days.
Do you know Cal well?!
I have a picture of her in my dining room where I write poetry and every day I come down in the morning she stares at me as if to say "Haven't you written anything yet!!"
I awake to a pic of the Mona Lisa. Did she know any poetry?!
Initially i think we are lucky if we are touched by the naive instinct to write poetry. But the more we write the more 'stuff' pours out of our minds. We begin to explore all the feelings within us and soon see that others are doing this too.
But then along will come a truly trying time for us and we dig deeper into the pain which tortures us seeking answers and peace. Answers to questions which nobody else's answers will satisfy.
I believe we come to find those answers within ourselves.
The most theraputic voice i hear is the voice within.
Thank you d a, your words are so very true, that voice within our self tells all the wonder that we have, have had or will have in our lives.
Aw just lovely
Thank you Jooles, most kind.
those are perfectly good reasons my friend and may you long continue to put your pen to paper..... Neville
Thank you Neville, I certainly cannot see me stopping.
such a good answer to that simple question dear friend - - poetry as your lovely verse states helps in expressing our own reality. Love the number you chose to image the journey on which poetry takes us.
Thank you Fay, yes poetry seems to show us to ourselves and all.
GOOD EVENING UNCLE ANDY - Thanks for the video ! We both find the Music paradoxically soothing & invigorating - Music for All reasons ? Why do We write Poetry ? A lot of our current Poems are collaborations which we think makes them better than our solo efforts ? It is unique way of sharing across 11,500 miles and baking a Poetic Cake between us ! CATHARTIC. That is also an element of of your Poem today because of the Mental Gulf which has developed between You & Your Beloved Joyce ! And of course the difference is (for which I apologise in Context !) By NOVEMBER ANGELA & I will be together forever in Essex or wherever Life & Love take us ! Thanks for sharing & caring !
Blessing & Peace to You & Joyce
Love ANGELA & BRIAN
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Thank you A and B, yes music is a blessed acquisition in our lives.
Thank you for a beautiful poem, Goldfinch! You said it well!
Thank you Fred, most kind.
wow! wonderful lines
Thank you so much for your kind words Sindhuja.
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