Saturday, July 21, 2018

 

What WAS I Thinking?

By: Donovan Baldwin

I often think about what others may be going through...things I might not be aware of.

When I was driving over the road in a big truck, I saw many (MANY) drivers do stupid, dangerous things, apparently oblivious to the situation they were creating...or entering.

Being a normal male, I would get angry and start fussing.

My team driver at the time would say, "It's just a snapshot. A picture of them at this moment."

Did you ever have a photo made that afterwards you looked at, minutes or years later, and asked yourself, "What WAS I thinking?" Or, "Could I have a do-over?" Your mind probably went to your most recent photo for your driver's license.

I think back over some of the things I've done in my life, remarks, clothes, attitudes, and one icy mountain pass in Europe on a cold, dark night in particular, and have those thoughts.

Perhaps the person was rushing to the bed of a dying relative, or a doctor on the way to save that dying person, or...well, a lot of things.

Point is, we make choices at each moment of our lives. Sometimes the choice is not the best because of youth, ignorance, blindness to facts, and other factors...some we control, some we don't.

I guess we've all made others angry or upset by these acts, but, we don't want our entire lives to be judged by the times we've been the fool.

We deserve forgiveness and so do they.

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Thursday, July 19, 2018

 

Lover's Tale

Lover's Tale
By: Donovan Baldwin


On wet gray stones my boot heels clattered,
Echoes from silent walls... as if it mattered,
That she and I had passed this way,
And, parted at the dawn of day.

One hurried night of thoughtless pleasure,
While taken to its coarsest measure,
Within my heart a bright light gleamed,
It had been more than what it seemed.

Touched, oh yes touched deeply by,
The lady who had caught my eye,
Who I had claimed so casually,
Yet, tossed aside so soon to be...

And yet, twas I was caught within,
As net of love rose from our sin,
And as I heard the first bell toll,
She left ME there, a joke so droll.

As I lay, unbelieving and heartsore,
She left my world and shut the door,
And let the darkness in my soul,
Yes, on ME a joke so droll.

19 July 2018

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Wednesday, July 18, 2018

 

Andantino From String Quartet Op 10


Tuesday, July 17, 2018

 

Gypsy Violin

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Friday, July 13, 2018

 

Poem: Were I To Love

Were I To Love
By: Donovan Baldwin


Were I to love,
And never speak,
The words of love,
Rattling in my head,
How empty would
My world be.

For love must have,
The sounds of love,
The words, the winds,
The thunderstorms,
The quiet breezes,
That fill the skies.

Were I to love,
And never show,
The gestures and,
My wide eyed smile,
How would she know,
My inmost thoughts.

For love must have,
The sights of love,
The sunlight, moonlight,
The brightest blossoms,
The emerald seas,
Where love sails.

Were I to love,
And never kiss,
The dear soft lips,
Which smile at me,
For fear of failure,
How would I know?

For love must have,
The moment joined,
The passion shared,
The vows and oaths,
The uniting of the two,
That makes them one.

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Wednesday, July 04, 2018

 

Poem: You Fill Me

By: Donovan Baldwin

Gone is sadness,
Gone is pain,
Gone is sorrow,
Gone is yesterday,
Gone is old me...

You fill me.

I once was lost,
I once was alone,
I once was lightless,
I once was soulless,
I once was empty...

You fill me.

With each touch,
With each look,
With each word,
With each image,
With each dream...

You fill me.


July 4, 2018

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A Thing Of Beauty...

By: Donovan Baldwin

They say that a thing of beauty is a joy forever.

I always take that with the proviso that it's "forever" as long as it's held in mind and memory.

Physical objects can decay and go away... including people.

A song once forgotten, sung no more... a poem no longer remembered or recited... effectively ceases to cast its "joy" on the world. The memory of an act of kindness, or the giddy heights of true love, will end with the passing of the giver, the getter, and the lovers.

Maybe that's why we need to keep creating beauty.

Maybe that's the "forever" part.

Maybe the thing of beauty is us very human humans continuing to TRY to be, to think, to live... better.

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Wednesday, June 27, 2018

 

My Love/Hate Relationship With Great Thinkers

By Donovan Baldwin

It's a little ironic that I tend to categorize the following thoughts as "thinking out loud".

I have a love/hate relationship with "Great Thinkers". I think (can't get away from that word) that they are great (oops). I love to read their thoughts, and contemplate them with pleasure, or to grab an imaginary weapon and attack them.

Still, that's the point.

They think, thought, and passed those thoughts on to others, such as myself, stimulating more thought, perhaps to be passed on as well. Or, to tell the truth, to be played with, mangled, mutilated, and manipulated to fit my thoughts, my personal philosophy of life and self.

Not to say that MY thoughts will be wonderful, better or worse than theirs, yet, "thought" is one thing that makes us human.

"Thought", and great thinkers, do not generally feed us, fix our cars, or even aid in the birth of (or conception of) our babies. Yet, it is the presence of, and the presentation of, "thought" and "thinking", along with the arts that allows us to claim that we are a bit more than the animals, and, (maybe) better than plants... though less than angels (although there are a few who come close).

So, rambling on to an end, I read Great Thinkers, get mad, argue, agree, and live... with new thoughts I might not have discovered in my own head.

After all, I'm only human.

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Poem: I Missed You

By Donovan Baldwin

I missed you, you know...
I never told you,
You never knew,
But, I did.

I missed you, you know...
We were apart,
Much too long,
But, you're back.

I missed you, you know...
It made me sad,
Life without you,
But, I'm smiling.

I missed you, you know...
Happens every day,
A minute here and there,
But, we find us.

I missed you, you know...
Happened already today,
About five minutes ago,
But, now you're back.


June 27, 2018

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