The Working Poet
Seven Months

When I wake in the morning & when I lay my head down each night I think of you. Wondering where you are?, are you ok?, what did you do today?, did you eat?, are you healthy?, do you still smile? I have so many questions & no answers. I wish I could just pick up the phone & hear your voice, turn the corner & see your face, open my arms & feel your hugs. This time apart has broken my heart into a million little pieces that I don’t know can ever be repaired.

You have to know that I would erase these past seven months if I could. I would’ve kept you close & never let you go but I wasn’t there & your heart broke.

I miss you more than words can say. I love you with a my all my heart & soul & I hope & pray that one day you will come back to me. I know it will take time but time is all I have.

So happy to have found my soul again! You need to experience this!

So happy to have found my soul again! You need to experience this!

When I wake up in the mornin’, love
And the sunlight hurts my eyes
And somethin’ without warnin’, love
Bears heavy on my mind

Then I look at you
And the world’s alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it’s gonna be

A lovely day

Artistic Drum Skins at the Midnight Market with Panel!

Artistic Drum Skins at the Midnight Market with Panel!

An awesome day to see photographs of hip hop legends!

An awesome day to see photographs of hip hop legends!

In my ears ….. I hear …..

Soothingly swaying words not heard before

Echoing in the air, the sensation courses through my veins

From my deformed ears down to my heavy chest

The bass beats acoustically and I’m glowing

How does this deep dark sound know my soul?

What name can I give to something that gives me so much?

Lyrical poetry dances across electric waves

There is no end to what I’m chasing, what I’m feeling

Three minute bursts of life that transforms itself

Into every emotion, every scenario, every single moment of my life

There are no words that ring truer than yours

"Music is you, you are music."

I am music.

Whatchu young cats kno bout dis??? Some more to add to the collection. Chunes on a Saturday night.

2013 - Phew…let me catch my breath….how did you cram all that in 365 days?? You were way too much to handle at times!! I’m leaving you as I greeted you in January with a cold & a scowl, but that’s nuthing! You showed no mercy with struggles you handed out to me or my loved ones. You were harsh in taking away so many from our lives, some who we never got the chance to say goodbye to. And you left your emotional scars on too many that I care for. I get it… you did what you had to do, blocking out everything else!!

But you didn’t know that from the beginning, as each day passed, I looked for the beauty in you & was grateful for the little things when they came; great music in my ears, cottages, old & new friends to laugh & cry with, concerts, family to fall back on when crunch time came, rendezvous, God’s gift of little ones, & the power in knowing that each time you threw a punch, I could take it like a champ!! No doubt I’m a little battered & bruised but I’m still standing.

So bring it 2014, I ain’t scared!!!

Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian friends!! So thankful for all my blessings!

Much love,
G

Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian friends!! So thankful for all my blessings!

Much love,
G

Love To You My Sweet September.

Always a treat to witness your return after a few months of rest. I love your hustle, love the way you bring it all back with a warmth of a lover’s reunion.

So tender in your touch, knowing that you will welcome the cool breezes and the turned up collars, along with the leftover mugginess and summer dresses. It makes me want you more, want to wrap you up in my favourite blanket and cozy up to the fire.

I have always had a love affair with you September. From your first day, to your eleventh, to your twenty-first, right up until your end. I treasure every moment, every year that you come back to me.

My sweet, sweet September, you have my heart again…welcome. xo