A Bright Winter Morning

A Bright Winter Morning

The air is cold and I feel the wind blow
The path is ice and the world is snow
Yet there is a ray of light in my mind
As I seek the sweet noises to find
The birds above me twittering
The birds around me dithering

All around they fly to and fro with ease
Their song takes the chill off the breeze
They create a flurry of life and motion
And fill the world with light and emotion
The birds make the world seem bright
The birds make the world seem right

Walking

Walking

There are times I just want to walk

To be free, to breath, and to talk

At these times I wish someone was here

Someone to wipe away my tear

I want someone to walk with me

To smell the flower and tree

A kind voice in the dark

To help take away life's bark

There are times I long just to walk

To share my thoughts and to talk

How I need someone here with me

Someone who can see what I see

I want someone walking at my side

To listen to the birds that hide

A sweet thought in the night

To make everything feel right

There are times I go for a walk

Wanting nothing more than to talk

But there is no-one here this day

No-one to hear what I say

I look and no-one find

To share word and mind

Just the empty street

Oh how bittersweet

My Favorite Poem

Will You Be My Friend

Will you be my friend?
There are so many reasons why you never should:
I’m sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely sensitive,
My fear erupts as anger, I find it hard to give,
I talk about myself when I’m afraid
And often spend a day without anything to say.

But I will make you laugh
And love you quite a bit
And hold you when you’re sad.

I cry a little almost every day
Because I’m more caring than the strangers ever know,
And, if at times, I show my tender side
(The soft and warmer part I hide)
I wonder, 

Will you be my friend?

A friend 

Who far beyond the feebleness of any vow or tie

Will touch the secret place where I am really I,
To know the pain of lips that plead and eyes that weep,
Who will not run away when you find me in the street
Alone and lying mangled by my quota of defeats
But will stop and stay-to tell me of another day
When I was beautiful.

Will you be my friend?

There are so many reasons why you never should:
Often I’m too serious, seldom predictably the same,
Sometimes cold and distant, probably I’ll always change.
I bluster and brag, seek attention like a child,
I brood and pout, my anger can be wild,
But I will make you laugh and love you quite a bit
And be near you when you’re afraid.

I shake a little almost every day

Because I’m more frightened than the strangers ever know
And if at times I show my trembling side
(The anxious, fearful part I hide)
I wonder, 

Will you be my friend?

A friend

Who, when I feel your closeness, feels me push away

And stubbornly will stay to share what’s left on such a day,
Who, when no one knows my name or calls me on the phone,
When there’s no concern for me – what I have or haven’t done-
And those I’ve helped and counted on have oh, so deftly, run,
Who, when there’s nothing left but me, stripped of charm and
Subtlety, will nonetheless remain.

Will you be my friend?

For no reason that I know

Except I want you so.

                     -James Kavanaugh

                  

Poem Time

I was looking through old files and I found this poem I wrote awhile back. 

Eyes

There is a beauty that inner lies

One that can only be seen in the eyes

Only those who have the gift to see

Could ever hope to understand me

Some eyes are bright and shine with hope

Which betimes is a saving rope

Others have endless glee

How I wish it were a part of me!

Long I searched for the source

Often it brought much remorse

Until after one hard day

I found I had only to pray

At times I did not understand

How I would live in that land

I walked another lonely mile

Till a voice whispered "just smile"

Long and hard I thought

Oh what peace the smile brought

To look in the mirror again and see

The light was finally in me

Now the hope and glee within me lies

Whenever I look at my eyes

To see it in another just magnifies

The joy of what lies behind the eyes

At times I hear the harmony

as I feel you near me

Such sweet song cannot be sung

nor explained with any toungue

Forgive me of my boldness

but I hope you can not miss

the reason of such trying

and often of much crying

I hope you understand how I feel

When I see a truth so real

The Art of Words

     I have found there are times when it is necessary to just stop and think. The idea of doing anything is to overwhelming and the mind is going so fast that it is impossible to concentrate. So I try to think and after sitting and thinking for fifteen minutes or so the question arises, What am I thinking about? The answer is nothing. How can this be? The answer is focus. Too many thoughts have left me unable to focus on any one. So it isthat I turn to writing as a way to channel the thoughts. How this helps I do not understand. All I know is that I feel calm where there was chaos, I feel relaxed where there was energy, and I feel peace where there had been confusion.
   Yes, it is true that the writing has nothing to do with the confusion and yet it still helps. Somehow writing is my art. It is where I channel my emotions. This is terribly ironic seeing as I hate writing and am not terribly good at it. I find that does not matter here though. Here in this world of blogs where I make the rules and am not forced to write the styles and words expected by professors and society. I am the ruler of this realm and I will bend it to my will as it pleases me. Words are my paint, they are my music. I will create my art through them and they will in turn help me find myself.