May 6 by The Running Son
Call-out to lonely midnight poets.
from Jim aka RunningSon
I have read your poetry. And I don’t care if you’re Robert Frost or just doin your best to make sense of things. It’s beautiful. And it’s beautiful because it’s a universal message. Love. or friendship. The desire to be loved. And Understood, and touched, like we all did, and got, as babies. Well not all of us.
But you’re poetry is beautiful. And so are you, because your heart is the same color as ours, pumps blood and emotion the same. And feels as exquisitely sometimes, and as rock-bottom low at other times, like at night. When loneliness and need ring in our ears the loudest.
Our bodies. That aint us. Godammit it’s not. It is of course, because we are a unified combination of mind and body in some way I don’t understand. But our looking in the mirror and finding angles that look best. That kind of crazy thing we do. To find the real us reflected back? Maybe. But we look for angles and get gym memberships and tat our arms up. Tattings not bad per se, But I’m calling all our cards. Putting it on the table. Love tatoos, I love them. I’m merely saying the ego’s way of spinning our really really real reasons …. it’s really complex. And poetry can be complex. And heart wrenching, or brilliant and souring poetry can be the warmth at midnight.
Warmth is beautiful wherever it comes from. Hugs, a group of friends at a party, a new pair of shoes (why not) or from people liking our post. That little star up top in the WordPress window at midnight… that DOES make is feel warm, at least it does me. Straight up. But it’s not about the poem, or work of art broadcast out, is it? Or the image in the mirror. It’s about you. Me, Us. The beating hearts and breathing human beings, that have a rhythm inside them, or love to give, or a really important desire to put our reality out there on paper.
So What’s up? It’s after Midnight here. I don’t feel lonely tonight though. My rooms a mess. Cat is out of control bouncing around. I Wrote some poetry today. Didn’t get the likes I want. But I liked a few of yours out there tonight. Trying to spread the love. Tell you all what’s up, your beautiful.
Comment if you want. I’m a believer in commenting. Put it on a political ballot and I would vote for it. Si?
Stay warm and let it out.
Love you guys. Jim
O Humid rise, up and gather,
reign down over all.
Moisture in all,
the breath of god.