I was talking to Deb about publishing more of her photography. She has some fear/insecurity with doing that. And I realized, so do I. Partially recorded songs, some complete that have never seen the light of day, are all signs of this insecurity.
I wrote this poem many years ago. It serves as a reminder & encouragement that we can choose to make a mark or not. Then pen - life - will eventually run dry out either way.
SO MAKE A MARK!!!
I’ve also included a video where I discuss and then recite the poem with some of the scenery from this morning’s hike.
Enjoy!!
THE PEN
I sit with pen, a poem to write Its ink flows darkly across the page And I realize its link to life Each line and letter a metered day At this sad thought I halt my pen A vain attempt to stem its flow But I know that ink unused runs dry Its purpose spent with naught to show For I am the soul to the pen I hold And the pen must follow where I lead As my soul in life must show the way My life the pen, the ink my deeds So scribble deep and doodle large Color outside lines, draw off the page Ere ink runs dry and your life unlived Your pages blank and death the wage - Matthew Moran
We all have so little time! Memento mori. Thanks for brightening the day.