The last note of the piece rings out and the piano fades to silence-
Hands clap together like the start of rain.
I have always been uncomfortable with applause, with that much energy directed towards me at once. I preferred to acknowledge the room with a wave of the hand and get off stage as quickly as possible, letting the next act begin.
But I’m realizing that appreciation and connection are reciprocal. There are two parts to the exchange – the offering of a rose, and an earnest acceptance of it.
With how interwoven social media has become with our daily routine, one would think that we have become better about appreciating and recognizing. To that I would say, unfortunately we have only become better at efficiently exchanging superficial acknowledgments.
Working on acknowledging, appreciating, and giving better applause.
Poetry is distilling raw emotions and ideas into old glass jars on a wooden shelf. Charles Bukowski was a raging alcoholic, but produced such a lucid body of work before passing. Perhaps in a world with a flawed sense of sanity, we need the in-sane. His philosophy that every sentence must pierce through to the soul is evident, he never bothered sugar coating reality as it is. This is one of my favorites.
The Laughing Heart
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness.
be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them.
you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be.
your life is your life. know it while you have it. you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you.