I hate bad poetry.On a few occasions I have experienced a sensation of having something inside that needs to be expressed. I am subsequently stunned by what flows from my hands. Here is a poem I wrote some years ago. I recently forwarded it to many people in my office as I was feeling frustrated with the manipulative, deceitful and passive -aggressive behaviour I was observing. One person replied "Thank you your poem was very meaningful".... quite clearly she missed the point given the spirit in which it was sent:
Just Imagine
Stuart, 1999
Just Imagine for a second
That we were honest with each other
And we said without hesitation how we feel
Unafraid to be authentic
Not hiding behind pretensions
Saying, doing and being that which is real
Could we stand to let our Selves
See the blazing light of day
Unprotected by the images we portray
Of who and what we’d like to be
To impress those around that see
Images that are little more than clay
Would this honesty leave us weak
Or would it give us what we seek,
Promoting closer ties with those around.
The sensitivities we possess
No longer seen as some weakness
But giving insight into humanity’s common ground
Would it scare me if I knew you
Or frighten you if you could see
The aspects that give me my life and being?
Or would the natural genuine way
We self-expressed at work and play,
Be experienced as something beautiful and freeing.
Just imagine for a second
We banished harshness from our tongues,
And simply said directly how we felt
Reconciling with those we’d fought,
Speaking words with greater thought
Discouragement and cold bitterness to melt
Just imagine that a man
Put his heart into a poem,
Seeing ways in which he was in need of striving.
Hoping that these words when read,
Would transform others’ hearts and head
With a thirst to be more human not just surviving.
Since writing this I have felt challenged to be authentic in how I live. This means I now express emotions even when embarrassing...and mostly people respond in some unexpected and beautiful ways.
Imagine what could happen if we actually told people, even acquaintances, how much we enjoy knowing them...