The Tapestry Of My Soul








Seasons come and go

Leaving imprints and impressions

On the Tapestry of my soul

Some designs simply unique

Come never to be repeated

Unfeigned unexpected occurrences

That left me asking for more

Moments that took my breath away

Memories etched forever on my soul

Some designs are mainly patterns

They keep occurring over and aver again

As if they were destined to be my lot

Never ending episodes

On the tapestry of my soul

Some colours I never chose

Some I consider dull and boring

But look how they mix so well

With those exotic once in a lifetime ones

Standing back and taking a look

At how my life has turned out

I can’t help but sigh and say

It all worked out in the end somehow

So I stay for a moment today

To admire this intricate art work

The merging of highs and lows

The uncanny coming together

Of seemingly unrelated events

That sit so well in this grand scheme

If these are the seasons my life

Then I have no choice but to embrace them all

To admire what nature’s course and handiwork

Has printed on my soul

The lessons and the rewards

The joys and the pain

The heat and the calm

The design so unique

It’s all me, it’s all mine, good or bad

I choose to accept its uniqueness

Only then does it allow me

Even if just for a split second

To reach out and with my own hands

Draw back this  tapestry of my past

And take a peek outside

There are immense opportunities out there

Colours and experiences I can choose

Bringing my own touch to my design

Adding another layer by the very actions I take

Finishing touches deliberately imprinted by me

On this unique tapestry of my soul

I am content with what I see


Inspirational Snippet #12 – Diligence

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If you have ever seen a potter at work, you will know that the lump of clay he starts to work with, looks nothing like the beautiful vase which is the end product. Why does he not toss the lump of clay aside as useless, dirty and formless? It is because he has prior experience of what that lump of clay can end up becoming if he keeps at it. I even hear that some very creative people start out not very sure of what they are making but end up with something beautiful because they don’t give up on the process even if the product isn’t looking too good to bystanders. Their finished products adorn palaces and the homes of great, wealthy and important people. For their meticulous work, their names on any product commands a high price even if it doesn’t look that good to the ordinary person. They have shown diligence at the very beginning and have made a name as first class artists. They were not in a rush to finish their masterpieces. They gave it all they had. This is called diligence. Have you seen a man or a woman who is diligent in their work? Keep an eye an such a person. He or she will come before great people. The quality of their work will bring them forward. Keep giving your best no matter how little difference you think you may be making. The ultimate difference in time will be clear for all to see. Diligence is key in any endeavour. Keep at it. Your creativity will soon burst forth. Even mistakes can end up as a new trend if only you will be diligent and not give up too soon.


Poetically Correct !

I had a dream last night

All poets were gathered

Not a contest just a meeting

To decide and limit jurisdiction

No more writing what you like

No more missed punctuations

Or grammar that makes no sense

No sense? To whom? I asked

I write for me! I like me grammar!

Well, ‘Poet’ is now a legal term

Can’t use it without prior deference

There’s too many people

Who demean our craft

And now we must insist

‘WE’ insist on poetic correctness

No more silly love poems

Making readers want to puke

No more humour that’s unfunny

Forcing its way for poetic space

No more pretending to be smart

Using ubiquitous meaningless words

Striking fear in the hearts of amateurs

Plucking ‘do lala’ sentences out of thin air

Philosophical nonsense to impress

Clanking sounds which just don’t rhyme

Causing headaches we cannot shift

If you must write, we must insist

Be poetically correct all of the time

So one by one we all marched out

Saddened faces one and all

If we can’t write just what we want

Then we are doomed

To sit and stare

As our muses take a hike

They have no time to sit and wait

On mortals with too many rules

Poetic correctness, drains us no end

I turned around to see who’s left

Who it is that deemed themselves

Capable of being so poetically correct

There was no one, No not one

So here I am with the singular honour

To announce on behalf of all who write

Poetical correctness just died unseen

No need to starve your poetic muse

Join me and cast your vote right now

For poetic incorrectness

Long may it reign