Buongiorno bellissimi amici, the sun is shining and so are you all! I love the concept of greeting you each day in a different language. It would be wildly fallacious to suggest I know any more than perhaps 4 or 5 greetings of a more international tilt. However, what an exceptional opportunity for me to educate myself just a tad on the areas outside of the 20 block circumference I consider home.
The following piece was initially written from the viewpoint of pessimism but as I worked my way through I started to realize that in fact this wasn’t the case at all. It’s not an indictment of a broken World but a coarse rubric with which to better ourselves. I titled it, “1948”, April 8, 2018. Please enjoy!
Tenacious visions fail to yield
Legends of how long ago healed
Were the people of this vast land
When they learned to together stand
Embracing life, rejecting dark
Revolution I hope to spark
We’re not the first, the best or last
Little amazing happens fast
Orwell’s dream appears prophetic
Push to death becomes frenetic
A candle’s flame twists in a gale
It must stay lit, we can not fail.
One of the best pieces of advice I ever received was to focus on the solution and not the problem. While I am not always successful in said practice whenever possible it is by far the superior avenue. So, instead of dwelling on perceived societal fractures, I’m going to do my best to bring happiness to anyone I meet today. I’m foreseeing a healthy .200 average. All the best friends!
-Alex Blaikie
Categories: original poetry writing
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