December 19, 2007
Today, is not like any other day
I close my eyes, open my mind
Lord, take a break, sit behind
I’ve got a good feeling about today
A quick stop to give thanks
A pit stop for my soul
With love in my heart,
Today I’m in control
Put a smile on my sons face
Tattoo a memory in this heart
And then you call
How great did this day start?
Laugh with you, love with you
Smile with you, ‘I love you’ you say
Your voice is gone, your words still stay
Thank you sweetie for adding to this great day
Strangers become friends as I walk from the car
Greetings from strangers, boy that’s bizarre
Dinner with friends, laugh thru the night
So what do you think Lord, did I do all right?
(c) 2007 by Gerard C. Johnson
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Nice one
I found it difficult to get in with the flow of the poem. The metrics are a bit chucky, but i didn't stop reading, because i deffinitely wated to know what the story would end with. I must say, I was not disappointed. And the rhytm became smoother to the last stanza. There was a pleasant light in my soul after. Maybe it was my imagination blended with the first impression... But then I read the poem again and the light didn't fade. It was your poem that lit my heart. I guess this is what poetry is about, not revenge, reproach, or silly originality with no feelings on the background. Poetry is supposed to make a man feel better, and yours has accomplished the mission. Thank you
It doesn't matter how slow you go, as long as you don't stop
Whilst I enjoyed the poem
Whilst I enjoyed the poem and your feedback, Nitta.
I would like to point out something you've said,
"I guess this is what poetry is about, not revenge, reproach, or silly originality with no feelings on the background. Poetry is supposed to make a man feel better" - I'm confused. I've always thought people read/write poetry for various reasons, not merely for it's self-helping value.
Poetry is an art, Nitta, not a self-help book - and arts contain both happiness and tears - Sylvia Plath, van Gough for example.
Respect,
/Milena
i don't want to argue with
i don't want to argue with you, but I'm affraid you missunderstood me. When saying that poetry is supposed to make a man feel better, I didn't mean that a poem is supposed to be cheerful and bright. If you read any of my poems, you would understand. Sad poems can also make a man feel better by sharing or conforting his/her pain. I guess I just didn't express myself in a right way. When saying "poetry is not about revenge, reproach" I didn't mean that a poem must not contain these feelings. I wanted to say these must not be reasons a poem is written for. And for the future, please comment on the poem, and not on others' comments. this is not the best behaviour.
It doesn't matter how slow you go, as long as you don't stop
Please Read
This is my 1st time reading this.
You wrote about 12-19-07.
In that one day U described probably an ordinary thing that happens to most people where one day comes by and most are more aware than before.
But that day my uncle Richard Olivo died of alcohol and other reasons
To me it is strange cuz his birthday is May 8, 1970 and i just found this poem today, one day after His birthday which we celebrated. Just thought I should tell you.