If Trees Could Talk

It’s been a couple weeks. I honestly haven’t been motivated to write, even just posting old poems. I’ve acknowledged the emotions and setbacks and now I’m just hoping to pick back up where I started.

Going for walks really help me clear my head. Today I went to a local park nearby. It has some amazing trees there. With that brief walk I felt a little inspiration come back. With the nice weather, I think I’m going to start going to the park to write and see where it takes me.

Here’s a little new piece:

If Trees Could Talk

I can only imagine

The things trees have seen

The things they have heard

What they would say

From decades of growth

And everything in between

From perfect peace and seclusion

To chaos and delusion

Can you picture the trees who had to bear

Bodies in nooses?

Can you picture the trees who gave

Food for generations to come?

Can you picture the trees who saw wars?

Can you picture the trees who were cut

down for concrete roads and parking lots?

The trees that saw families through in

happy and sad times

The trees that saw countries divided

And people come together

The tree huggers

The tree loggers

The bare hands that planted them

The bare hands that cut them down

If trees could talk

We would learn so much

We would be more mindful to not take

Them for granted

We would thank them for still standing

We would thank them for the breath of

fresh air

We would thank them for their shelter

If trees could talk

We, humans

Would be better

[05.05.2019]

In the city of Jazz…

I’m going home today, my home is just around the pier, and I won’t say goodbye…New Orleans is my name.

Teena Marie, Resilient

I’ve been on vacation in New Orleans the last few days. While it’s been enjoyable and relaxing, my time to really think on things has been off. My morning routine has changed and productivity of course has been difficult in some ways. I have enjoyed my walks through the city, even visited Armstrong Park and Congo Square today. Looking for some inspiration to write today.

To be in a city so full of history and culture, it’s hard to see everything and put everything into full perspective. There is so much to learn about. I think it’s amazing how music drives this city. Never seen anything like it. I look forward to coming back one day and exploring more.

Hoping the vibes I feel from New Orleans stay with me and can inspire me to write more. All I’ve had is Teena Marie’s “Resilient” song stuck in my head. The beautiful song she created after Hurricane Katrina.

I hope to create something tomorrow, and will post. Just needed to get this out for now. Still finding the structure I want to do for this blog.

Tonight, I pose the question: What inspires you to create?

I hope you all have a great night and thanks for reading.

Peace and Love,

Lindsey 😁

Lindsey’s Inspiration

Hello!

So I figured I should let you all know a little about me and this journey I’ve been on. Let’s go back in time…

I’m a California girl, born and raised. Currently living in Texas. Fell in love with poetry at a fairly young age, but didn’t really start writing it until I was in junior high. Come to think of it, I think I know when I fell in love. Has anyone seen the movie Poetic Justice (starring Janet Jackson and Tupac)? Well in the movie, Janet was a poet. Her poems in the movie were poems written by Maya Angelou (may her beautiful soul rest in peace). My favorite to this day is “Alone. “

“Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.”

That part of the poem has stuck with me to this day. Anyways, I have always been a person who kept to her self most of the time, in regards to internal feelings. As I have grown, that seems to be changing. When I was a teenager- we all know teens, your world turns upside down with emotions! How I dealt? Writing and art. So one journal turned into nine…almost 20 years later. I entered a few of those poetry.com contests back in high school (my work is still in on their site the last time a checked), wrote poems for friends and family, submitted a few to my college’s poetry zine, and performed one poem in person. With all that, the majority of my poems have never been seen or heard.

My art was my therapy. My words, the paint on canvas, anything I did to ease my mind. But words are different than paint- at least I think. So I held on to them tight, never thinking to show the world. Until one day, I thought why not? Other people have spoken their words, and their words made an impact on me. I’m not it for the “fame,” to have my name in everyone’s mouth. But if I help someone else find their voice, I would have accomplished my goal. My purpose in this life is to inspire others…this is just one way.

I will share a favorite poem of mine on my next entry. Until then….

Peace and Love!

Lindsey 🙂