What Words May Come

Writing simple poetry, song lyrics and short stories has become so important to me over the past few years.  When I began my words were therapy for me though at the time I didn’t realize it.  I certainly never considered how impactful these words would become in my life and, from time to time, in other’s lives too.  What thrills me most is the feedback and how many different opinions and interpretations I get from one poem read through the eyes of others.  When I write the words simply flow without me getting too caught up in whatever theme may arise.  It simply starts with a line or sentence then blossoms from there.  I’ve been told it’s a gift, and while somewhere deep within me I believe that to be true, I wonder why it took so long to develop even as it continues to grow.  My grandfather was a writer, so perhaps that is where the answer lies.  Regardless, I hope you find some meaning, some smiles, some tears or something else worthy of your time here within these scripts.

God bless,

Kev

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by Kevin D. Parish

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DAUGHTER… a creepy poem and painting

Painted July 27, 2021 by Kevin Parish

The paints came alive

In a devilish manner

Concocting horizons of err

Foolish was I

To believe in such madness

Revealing a life of dispair

Fingers and hands

With a devil’s command

Congealing in clandestine fodder

Revealing sad eyes

Of a life passed by

The ghost of my long lost daughter

ONE TREE… a poem

person sitting on rock formations

I see now how the sadness took you

Consumed you

Broke you

I see now how everyone looked away

Turned their back

Ignored you

Now, here we stand with our heads bowed

Hearts broken

Humanity shattered

You were more than one tree in the forest

Time to rest

SUN/MOON… a poem

white clouds and blue sky during daytime

Call to me in the daylight

And remember me when the last sunrays fall

Gaze the night sky for the moon

For when she blinks

Darkness abounds

BOUND… a poem

silver pen on white paper

Hosts of pages litter the floor

Crumpled little dreams tossed by the wayside

Imagination sees while translations lack the fortitude

Where is the elusive muse

Who can coax nimble fingers

Into releasing these bound tales?

INFINITE LOOPS… a poem of thought

Twisting through the infinite loops

Inside my brain

I find there are no boundaries

If there are indeed no boundaries

Then perhaps that explains a lot

It explains why, sometimes, I cannot find what I’m searching for

Why my creativity is lackluster

Why I cannot write

Or paint

Or whatever

On the plus side of this quandary

Infinite loops will, by definition,

Come back around

At least, I hope so

Loss of a loved one…

May be an image of 1 person, sitting and indoor
Charles “Chuck” Robinson

We lost a beautiful man this week… My ex-father-in-law. He was 91.

Thank you for your thoughts and prayers as we mourn our loss, but also celebrate his life and everlasting life with our precious Lord and Savior!

Kev

STATE OF INEPTITUDE… a poem

man in blue t-shirt and blue denim shorts sitting on concrete stairs during daytime

The haze obscuring my reticence

Condemns my heart to speak

Longing for a time unknown

Tumbling from its peak

Surrounded by the inhumane stupor

As far apart as we can be

Guilt laces my veins within

Incomprehensibly choking me

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