Mash up poetry ‘The Journey’

The Journey

I look back at where lead me here.
The pain, the joy, the sadness, the gladness.

Days and nights gone by, now is instantly the past. The future rushes forward in hope and wonder.

I close my eyes, and breathe it in; each breath, each heartbeat a waypoint. 
In a life well lived?

Achievements? 
A million memories made!
Though as many chances squandered, moments wasted. 
In pondering, I waste a few more.

The door behind has been slammed, a thunder in my chest as I cannot go back.

I stand facing the shapeless abyss which is tomorrow, now is the shifting shingle beneath my feet.

With raised arms, and raised voice I scream into the void…
but the future can’t yet echo back.

And as I look back,
away it fades into the seas of memory.
To stay here will be to be caught in nostalgia’s cobweb.

Looking forward there is a glimmer of hope beyond the abyss.
A leap of faith is all between what remains of now and what is to come.

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It’s not often I post poetry, I think I have done on the Grove of the Corieltauvi blog, but I wanted to share this one.

I didn’t write all of it either.  As the title suggests, the poem is a mash up of my words and those of my good friend (and influence… Although good or bad remains to be seen… It was her party I decided to break myself and develop a close relationship with the mouthpiece to the Porcelain God), Cludgie.

I met Cludgie at the Am Dram group I’ve just recently finished a play with.  She told me she’d wanted to get back into writing poetry and asked if it was a good idea to start entering competitions.  Being the honest sort, I looked at her work and told her “Hell yes!”

The mash up was her idea and we discussed entering it onto a poetry forum, so I thought if Cludgie puts it on there, I can put it on here.  I’m rather pleased with the result and am putting it on here for the benefit of our collaboration.

The Awen strikes in many ways, and just goes to prove it can happen to everyone, not just us Druids (we just gave it a name).

A problem….

Hi, it’s been a while.

I’ve come to a part in my life where everything is busy.  It’s alright, it’s not a complaint.  It’s an admition.  I do it to myself.  Artemis is forever telling me off because I “Don’t do time off”… She’s right I don’t.

I am, right now, just coming home from the first night of an amateur dramatic play.  Really fun role, good physical acting and the audience don’t like my character, which, being the bad guy is intentional.

On Sunday, I just finished a day of storytelling for children, too.  Good day!

I have the rest of the week to go for the show and then in August, a festival to help run.  Looking forward to it!

So, what’s the problem?

Well, two Saturdays ago, I joined my cast mates at a party of bad movies (the 1968 movie ‘Daddy’s Gone A Hunting‘, which our play may have been based on, Tommy Wiseau’s ‘The Room‘ and ‘Surf Nazi Zombies‘), Cards Against Humanity and junk food. A great night! Up until we started watching ‘The Room’ and I introduced the drinking game that goes with.  We were doing the ‘Two-Fingers’ rule and I was on the second bottle of red wine…. To myself.  Yes, I polished off one bottle of Merlot all on my lonesome, then started using a Rioca for shots! There was vodka involved, a cup of tea then me praying to the porcelain God for three hours! I crawled into work that morning AND went to the Tech Rehearsal.  I was broken!

In my Grove, I’m the one that drinks the most alcohol because I don’t drive.  In fact it’s a bit of an in joke that I’ll get drunk at a meeting or a ceremony.  My first Grove meeting saw me mixing red wine, mead and elderflower wine, and we ain’t talking a glass of each here!

My problem is this: Since the movie night, I don’t want alcohol!

Tonight, my family came to see the show and very kindly bought me a pint of bitter.  I normally drink like a fish, but I was drinking out of habit.  I didn’t actually want it! Even joking about necking it down made me slightly queasy.  Maybe, I just didn’t like it.  Maybe I needed something lighter.  Maybe I just need to NOT drink for a while. 

Drinking is my drug of choice (next to caffeine), I don’t smoke or do drugs, so most likely, I just need to give it up a while.  I will have another drink tomorrow night of something else, if I don’t force it down I know I can drink again.  If I find myself forcing it, then I’ll know I cannot.

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