JIM KENNISON -P0ET

I’ve been asked many times what it was in my life that inspired me to write poems.  The answer is: my 4th grade teacher.  Miss Blaze was a remarkably creative person who deeply believed that we should learn that our own creativity could be discovered and appreciated throughout our lifetime. 

She explained that poetry was a means of sharing thoughts from the mind and feelings from the heart. One day every month was labeled “poem day” in which we read a poem we had written on a subject suggested by Miss Blaze such as “The Moon” or “What Makes Me Happy”.  Format could be rhyming or blank verse.

Through the years, each time I have written a poem I send a message from my heart. Thanks Miss Blaze. 

REMEMBERING

I understand little of these days, these hours

That fly with surety toward an end I know not what.

Childhood dreams long forgot.

Mountains obscure, heat generated by the moon.

An allegory without words takes shape.

With trembling hands I hold fast, denying escape.

My tears contain infinity and drop on the page.

I close the book and it is forgotten anguish.

Something blue, something cold, something amiss.

Time stops, perhaps converses in a shriek of reverses.

A tender heart hesitates, listens, and moves on.

My eyes, dimmed by years, made weak by fears

Twinkle with one last song.

I pray to be reborn.

To crawl, walk, run, smile, laugh and sing.

But most of all. . .to remember.

                                                            Jim Kennison

                                                   

For my sister-in-law Dianna Kennison, whose vibrant light was darkened by the cruelty of Alzheimer’s.

1 thought on “JIM KENNISON -P0ET”

  1. Pingback: mar vista home by the sea -

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Verified by MonsterInsights