No Calendar No Clock

Jewniquely Myself

I knew a little boy
who grew up without calendars
counting the months until his next birthday

time was a stream for him
flowing day by day
to nowhere

no landmarks
distinguished one shore from another
for him

every hour wore the same face
no calendar
no clock

no talk about seasons coming
or fading into the past
because there was no past

and no future
until the little boy
was rescued by Love

disguised as a man
a man who understands
each day is a gift

and some gifts
just naturally
come in boxes

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9 Responses to No Calendar No Clock

  1. joanmyles says:

    Thank you, darling friend!

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    • Patty says:

      You’re very welcome.

      Interesting concept.

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      • joanmyles says:

        This poem is actually based upon a student of mine who was eventually adopted along with his brother into a loving family. He grew up to be an amazing, sensitive young man.

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      • Patty says:

        Poetry was for a long time something I didn’t understand. In fact, it wasn’t until I started blogging and reading other’s work that I began to enjoy it and realize that poems can tell a story.

        For years I didn’t believe I could write poems and I still don’t know all I know about all the different kinds of poetry but when I found my correct spiritual path I began to understand that the things I wrote for prayers and such were nothing more than poems.

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      • joanmyles says:

        I’m so happy you have found your passageway into poetry…and I hope you will share more of what you write with your readers! Blessings and love, sweet Patty!

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      • Patty says:

        Writing is my passion. My release.

        Today on the bus we were all talking about how we deal with stress. The bus driver and one of the passengers said playing music was their release. I told them about my writing, and the passenger that had shared about his music said he had a niece that wrote books.

        The others on the bus didn’t seem to know how to join the conversation and that made me sad. I couldn’t help thinking maybe they didn’t know how to find their way and wished there was some way I could help them.

        Somehow, they all seemed wrapped up in their problems and I understood that. For so long I had no good way to release mine. For many years I felt locked up inside myself. My daughter used to say I showed no emotion, and while I think she was right I never could tell her why. I never had a way to explain that for so many years the medication I took to help me with my mental illness seemed to freeze something inside me. I never had the words to explain. Then one day a doctor realized I was taking the wrong dose of medication and a change was made and slowly that frozen place began to melt.

        Years later another doctor and I talked, and he listened to me in a way that no other had done before another change was made and I began a new medication regiment and that melting place began to turn to water and started to flow.

        By then though, it was too late. My daughter had grown tired of how I’d become and had walked away.

        Even though much has now changed in my life still she has not returned to me, but I keep hoping and praying and I cling to the hope that one day the frozen place she has created for me in her heart will melt and she will allow me in once again.

        Until then I wait.

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      • joanmyles says:

        Oh, Patty, this is so beautiful…I pray you and your daughter someday meet in a place of loving warmth and understanding…and for now, you write what you are moved to write…write what will move and instruct your readers. Blessings and much love to you!

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      • Patty says:

        I believe that one day we will find a place of love to be reunited in.

        She must be willing to let go of the past find a way to trust and love me again.

        She must also find forgiveness. I myself have done this long ago.

        I can only wait.

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      • joanmyles says:

        Oh, this is beautiful, Patty…and I pray you and your daughter someday find a place of love and warmth…blessings and love to you as you continue to write what moves you, what moves and instructs your readers.

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