This is a walking path near my house and the skyline of Edmonton
Today’s poem (blog underneath):
Think What You Like, This Isn’t a Poem
Don’t just get out of it
Saying you can’t read it
Don’t say you never really
Got it; it sucks
Poetry is in all of us
We had poems in the womb
In the loving heartbeat and the voice
Of the one who carried us
Poetry is all around us
It’s in a huge weeping willow
That sings a symphony
Something you might not expect from a tree
It’s one without music or words
But the greatest one you’ll ever see
Poetry is in each heart
The young children playing
The teenagers laughing
The forlorn widows weeping
The young lovers loving
Poetry. It’s there in every dance, every song
In each step shuffle and move
Let go and go with the groove
Expression and joy
Is all there is to prove
Poetry Endures
Each year month and day
Will slip away
Take a chance and play
Poetry is always there for you
It’s my hope to let you know
When you feel there’s nowhere to go
You can reach out of the deepest hole
With a poem
God is love. Love and Poetry go together
Poetry is the blueprint
Of all creation
It is who we are deep inside
So come along for the ride
Poetry is honesty
And know I crafted these words for you
And all of them are true
Don’t ever let yourself feel blue
Poetry can change you, make you feel brand new
Leif Gregersen
Good day to everyone who follows this blog. I have been having a much easier time keeping up with things writing posts a bit less and it seems I have a few more followers this way so look for the current pattern to continue. I am going through an interesting time, to say the least. As many know, I have worked in the past for a union that handles labour for concerts, plays and film. I think I just might be able to put that job to rest for a while, plus I haven’t done it in a few months so I don’t even know if I would be in shape for it. It has been a difficult decision to make because the money is really good, but I just find myself getting too stressed with all the other things I have to do. Thursday I have something kind of huge happening, I am going to give a presentation for the Schizophrenia Society and a man from the Alberta Speaker’s Bureau, an organization that hires and places public speakers will be there to evaluate me. I think I will do okay, I’m going to give it my best shot and if I don’t do that well I think I will have to just dig in my heels and join toastmasters for a while and try again.
I have also been teaching a writing class which will be ending in a couple of weeks. I don’t really know what I’m going to do when I return from London, hopefully, there will be a writing project I can dive into by then. It is so important that I keep busy, but I often find myself trying to do that in not the best ways. One of the ways I keep busy is by going shopping, but at the moment, I honestly have all of my needs covered. I also noticed that when I go to visit my dad or my brother I go there, get down to business, eat or do whatever we had planned to do and then leave. I guess I would kind of like to go into some kind of therapy to deal with this eventually. Maybe I have to do incredibly well with my writing and have a lot of money before I can afford to deal with some of my issues. I do know my sister saw a psychologist for a time and it did her a lot of good.
Despite all my stressors and problems, there is a lot of good things happening in my life. Of course, I am going to London, England soon and when I come home I will be moving into a very nice apartment. As usual, though, no matter how good things get I seem to always find myself in a position where if there aren’t people lavishing praise on me I feel like a failure and want to do something drastic like give up writing completely. Another thing I hate to admit is that though I don’t seem to have any feelings for them anymore, I find myself often thinking about relationships that died more than 25 years ago. And when I think of that and see pictures of myself I wonder if any of them would even find me attractive now that I have put on all this weight. Sometimes I feel as though my medication is ageing me before my time. Sometimes I think I would like it if I had a girlfriend, other times I think that I’m happy to have so many really nice looking and sweet female friends in my life as it is, and then there are times when I possibly don’t like myself enough to feel I should be in a relationship.
I wonder how many other people are in a similar position and feel this way. I kind of hope if there are people out there they would email me and chat. As usual, any readers of this blog are welcome to email me, the address is viking3082000@yahoo.com