I must admit to being quite nervous about setting up a website and writing a blog. Partly for fear of doing it badly, partly because I am quite a private person and partly because I worry about not having the time to devote to it. But now the website is published, it’s looking ok and it’s time to write my first blog post.
I’ve um’ed and ah’ed about this for a while, wondering what these first words of wisdom should be. I am never at my best when I feel self conscious so instead of words of wisdom, or trying to mask any nerves with humour, I decided to go with words of honesty. I know many people would warn against being overly earnest but what the hell... a faint heart never won a fair follower.
This post ends with a piece of writing that is intensely personal to me. So why am I slapping it on here for everyone to see? Well, I figured that anyone visiting my site is likely to be a friend, a fellow author or someone interested in my writing, in which case we already share an intangible link.
In fact I firmly believe that most of the people who read this post could probably have written this poem themselves. It’s a poem for those people who sometimes feel like they don't quite 'fit in', for those who sometimes feel at the mercy of their own imagination and for those who have found themselves in a dark place for no other reason than they think and feel too much.
Don’t worry. This blog will not be a maudlin dirge of overly pretentious waffle, but the blogs that always engage me most are the ones that give me some insight into the person writing them (and the ones that help me sell more books, of course! :)
But for now, I am very pleased to meet you and I give you a poem by a young man with more imagination than sense...
Heaven Hell and Home
Imagine, for a moment, a place of endless space
Like a mighty hall but with no walls
There’s no way in and no way out
And no one to hear when you laugh or cry
It’s a place of darkness yet full of light
And so painfully clear in its days and nights
These halls aren’t like the world we know
For nothing exists in substance
There’s nothing solid to touch and feel
But everything is real, so painfully real
It’s a world of emotion and feelings so strong
Where colours and shapes have no meaning
Unless they are there to link the world with what it is we’re feeling
It’s a world of beauty beyond the reach of any mastered words
But sadness dwells here also, and pits of darkness gape before my feet
Often I stumble and fall so far that the light is lost above me
And then I grope for what seems years
Until the pit is full and brimming with my tears
And then, if I have the strength to stay afloat the waters of my grief
I emerge from despair and climb from the pit
Now amid the light and warmth I struggle to stand tall
Striving always to remember the details of my fall
The mountains here are high but the valleys very deep
And scenic views of many things so often make me weep
For ages long I’ve wandered and always on my own
To me this place is prison, heaven, hell and home
Thanks for reading.
See you next time
Peter
I’ve um’ed and ah’ed about this for a while, wondering what these first words of wisdom should be. I am never at my best when I feel self conscious so instead of words of wisdom, or trying to mask any nerves with humour, I decided to go with words of honesty. I know many people would warn against being overly earnest but what the hell... a faint heart never won a fair follower.
This post ends with a piece of writing that is intensely personal to me. So why am I slapping it on here for everyone to see? Well, I figured that anyone visiting my site is likely to be a friend, a fellow author or someone interested in my writing, in which case we already share an intangible link.
In fact I firmly believe that most of the people who read this post could probably have written this poem themselves. It’s a poem for those people who sometimes feel like they don't quite 'fit in', for those who sometimes feel at the mercy of their own imagination and for those who have found themselves in a dark place for no other reason than they think and feel too much.
Don’t worry. This blog will not be a maudlin dirge of overly pretentious waffle, but the blogs that always engage me most are the ones that give me some insight into the person writing them (and the ones that help me sell more books, of course! :)
But for now, I am very pleased to meet you and I give you a poem by a young man with more imagination than sense...
Heaven Hell and Home
Imagine, for a moment, a place of endless space
Like a mighty hall but with no walls
There’s no way in and no way out
And no one to hear when you laugh or cry
It’s a place of darkness yet full of light
And so painfully clear in its days and nights
These halls aren’t like the world we know
For nothing exists in substance
There’s nothing solid to touch and feel
But everything is real, so painfully real
It’s a world of emotion and feelings so strong
Where colours and shapes have no meaning
Unless they are there to link the world with what it is we’re feeling
It’s a world of beauty beyond the reach of any mastered words
But sadness dwells here also, and pits of darkness gape before my feet
Often I stumble and fall so far that the light is lost above me
And then I grope for what seems years
Until the pit is full and brimming with my tears
And then, if I have the strength to stay afloat the waters of my grief
I emerge from despair and climb from the pit
Now amid the light and warmth I struggle to stand tall
Striving always to remember the details of my fall
The mountains here are high but the valleys very deep
And scenic views of many things so often make me weep
For ages long I’ve wandered and always on my own
To me this place is prison, heaven, hell and home
Thanks for reading.
See you next time
Peter
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