Long before I stepped onto WordPress, I did a personal challenge on Tumblr. One poem a day for an entire year. I’ve put some of them up throughout my time here, but I think I’m going to toss up more. The downside is that I did this challenge when I was having a terrible year, so many of them are emotionally ugly and deal with hating where my life was at the time. I had yet to hear about Amazon Kindle publishing as a viable option. Still, I feel like putting some of them back into the world.
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If this day
Was my last day
What scar would I leave
Upon the world
Or would I fade
Into a set of photos
Collecting dust
In tear stained albums
Packed into a box
Would my stories live
Beyond my notes
Finding life
When I am gone
Or would they remain
Trapped
Within their tombs
Of lined paper and cheap binding
Crumbling on a shelf
Would my collections
Of blade and book
Become heirlooms
Passed to generations
With stories told
Or would they depart
Sold or donated
To make some space
For newer toys
Would the key to legacy
Be the son
Carrier of the bloodline
Living proof
That I was here
Or is he too young
To remember his old man
A memory not yet forged
Fading before I cool
Legends of Windemere 
Oh, that’s nice, and for some reason, sad.”or is he too young to remember his old man……. ” This reminds me of Eric Clapton’s song to honor his young son who fell off a building and died, something like, ” would you know my name… would you remember me in heaven…” * misty eyed*
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I’m scared to seek that song out now.
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The son was 3 years old. ….
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Really making me want to hug my son when he gets home. 😉
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Tears in heaven
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I swear I’ve heard a song that starts like this poem too. Want to say Nickelback, but I don’t remember.
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Awe Charles. What a heartfelt post. Your little guy is going to know you created a legend.
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Thanks. Still working on solidifying that legend. 🙂
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Glad you found WordPress. 🙂
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A lot more fun and free here. Also less confusion on how to interact.
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This is quite nice, Charles, even if it isn’t positive in attitude.
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Thanks.
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I am with Chris. Glad you found an outlet. The poem is like a photo of a time past.
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Nice way of putting it. Not a pretty photo, but I can’t change the past.
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Reblogged this on Christa Simpson and commented:
No one said being an author would be easy. Emotionally ugly? You be the judge… and don’t miss Charles’ giveaway to celebrate the one year anniversary of his debut release!
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magnificent, Charles! I have an obsession with leaving a legacy, a ticking clock inside my head a nd an inner dread of not getting everything out of my head and on to paper, an even bigger fear of no one wanting to carry on with my fantasy world once I am gone. loved this, sir. Superb.
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I do wonder about that last one. Unless my son shows an interesting in writing or something artistic, Windemere wouldn’t be going anywhere. Even if I have all of the stories outlined in my notebooks. Makes one wonder how many fantasy worlds have been created and never saw the light of day.
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I really, really liked this. The first line also reminded me of Nickelback’s song If Today Was Your Last Day and I thought, “Charles could probably be a songwriter, too. I saw the comment on Eric Clapton’s Tears in Heaven song. Knowing the story behind the lyrics, I cried the first few times I heard that song. Unimaginable loss…
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I don’t think I could pull off the song writing. Thanks for thinking that though. Also, thanks for reminding of the song I was thinking of.
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This is so very beautiful and heartfelt. Made me cry. *Hugs*
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Thanks and sorry. 🙂
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