Like a vintage love letter,
so fragile to open,
admire its beauty for what it is.
As you read,
use your voice first.
How and why does it
relate to you?
Then instinct takes over,
“What was the Poet trying to say?”
is a soul encased in a locked box
of words and those who understand
can see through
that person’s eyes.
I lived as Hemingway, writing and drinking
with cats around me.
I’ve sobered and said my, “Farewell to Arms.”
What? Were you expecting, “The old man and the sea?”
I was paranoid like Poe, always looking over my shoulder—
and over the facade I wore.
Finding tragedy in beauty, I wrote, and I wrote—
embracing this, “Nevermore.”
I’ve traveled like Twain,
only to stop a few years later.
Sounding artsy to impress the masses,
which came from a guy who tripped over the equator.
I went silent like Frost, my hand interpreting
the voice in my head.
Deciphering things around us, simple and complex,
became the path I chose instead.
I’ve lived the dreams of others, perhaps I found my calling
and didn’t know it.
For now and until we meet again
This is a throwback poem from my first blog. Hope you enjoy it!
I hope that everyone is doing well!
Just another quick update—no I’m rearranging things again. I have another website up 😁
Considering it’s mainly for voice over stuff, it’s where I can let loose on my journaling side. I tend to rant and go off topic, no surprise there.
But since you follow JOP, maybe you’d be interested in more of what I do with my extra time.
Don’t worry, you’ll recognize my face…it’s the “grumpy serious” one. 🤣🤣🤣
Anyway, check it out if you have some time and tell me what you think!
Here’s the site: www.jareyesvo.com
*Just a warning: I nerd out on random things…please forgive me.