Someone recently asked me about the poems I write, so I thought I’d take advantage of the blog to describe the poems and the process.
I stumbled on “the poems” many years ago in the privacy of my own mind. I would sit at my computer with a blank screen, mostly when I was troubled or confused. I would close my eyes and drift inward (no other way to describe it) and before long I was typing a message to me from Me. I have no idea why, but the form the message took resembled a poem more than paragraphs. For quite some time this process was very private, very personal and one I kept to myself. The messages I received were always loving, supportive and non-judgmental…comforting and insightful.
A few months later I described this process to a friend who then asked if I could write poems for other people. Her question was shocking to me, as I’d never considered such a thing. I began experimenting with family and friends. I found that the same Me who inspired and comforted me was more than willing to do so on behalf of others. Though every poem is unique and personal, they also seem to have a universal message of support and affirmation.
I decided to call the poems SpiritSpeak Poems and began accepting requests to write a poems for individuals, couples or groups at a charge of $40 per poem. They do not foretell the future; they are not “channeled.” They do not give advice, per se. Nor am I clairvoyant. The more information I have about the recipient, the more personal the poem.
Often someone requests a poem for someone else to give as a gift. In that instance, the poem is mailed directly to the recipient, much like a gift of flowers is delivered directly to the recipient with a card announcing who sent the gift. Though the poems are written for other people, I retain ownership of every poem and ask that they not be published without my permission.
Here is a sample, a real poem, names changed, that was requested for a woman who was turning 70 and also about to celebrate a milestone wedding anniversary.
Milestones, benchmarks, turning points, arrivals, and
70 years old, 50 years married,
A mature life,
A mature marriage. Celebratory.
Imagine sitting with an open scrapbook,
Not a real one, you wouldn’t want the distraction of
Looking at old photos, old invitations, old mementos,
But an imaginary scrapbook, found only within your mind.
Snapshots of feelings, thoughts, ideas, dreams, horrors,
Victories and embarrassments, wins and losses.
You’ve had them all. Some are public and acknowledged,
Others are private, poignantly secret.
Some expectations never came to pass and likely never will.
Other events, events that could never have been predicted,
Landed on you unannounced. Who knew?
The photos you actually took and saved
Cannot begin to capture the felt experiences that color your life.
Take an imaginary walk with you as you were at 16, and
Explain to her what will happen. Be gentle with her,
There is so much she doesn’t know.
When she has heard you out and thanks you for your guidance,
Merely say you’re welcome, I wouldn’t have missed it, any of it.
Now, take an imaginary walk with your fiancé, Leonard,
A week before your wedding.
Explain to him what will happen and how it will all come to pass.
When he looks at you with wide eyes and asks, “are you serious?”
Just nod, and smile and take his hand.
And then…and then
Find a cool pool of clear water, fill your lungs with air, and
Gently sink into the pool until you are totally submerged,
Your hair floating and dancing about your head,
And say “amen”, so be it, let it be, as it is, yes…
Towel yourself off, and walk back into your life.