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Pencils

WRITING

Dictating to the Future

Remember me!

Does it space/time/matter?

Shouldn’t I focus on shaping our present

My present

My gift to you

To who?

The baby born just now, and now and now?

Humanity or the planet or both

The just beginning

Or the needing release

I’ve barely gotten started

Is it for them?

Is it for me?

If they get it wrong later, was it worth it now?

Childhood Memory

Go back to snow.

Ice skating on a pond.

I see it so clearly.

But why are most memories that come to mind sad and unpleasant memories.

I hated going to dances.

Never was asked to dance.

But then this October I went to a high school reunion.  All of us octogenarians.

Except Kara, my significant lover girlfriend and we danced to all the songs I loved

Earth Angel, Why Do Fools Fall in Love, etc.

And I felt all the unpleasant memories of high school fall away as she and I danced.

Free Trees

I wish to grow To grow I wish 

To be myself to dream a dream 

I wish to fly to soar and cry 

to be a tree 

To reach the sky 

oh 

I wish my arms would stretch for miles 

And tangle up in other trees 

I wish my leaves would paint the sky

 

I wish to be a tree 

I wish To be free

Pride

I had no pride last June.  I was too miserable.  Afraid to go out.  Wore the same clothes every day and even slept in them but came out of misery briefly when my girlfriend picked me up and we had 2 days together.  The only pride thing I did was buy crystal vodka in rainbow colored glass skulls.  I bought 5 bottles.  Drank 3.  Gave one to a friend for her birthday and one to my girlfriend

Letter to my past self

Dear me,

You did the best you could and I know you are tortured always that you could have done more.  You could not have known that some of the choices you made would come back to haunt you.  You couldn’t have known.  You have to let go of the guilt.  They of all people you have ever known would not want you to be sad and guilt ridden.  You are everywhere.

Describe myself as a plate of food

Hot fudge and corndogs is my love of fairs and carnivals and spontaneous me.

Broccoli rabe trying to be the healthy me

Skins of everything cause that is where all the good vitamins are

Popcorn to share with my senior rescue dog Bucky

A full plate of everything to share with my senior rescue dog Ariel who loves everything

© 2023 by Linus Ignatius

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