Who will remember you?

It’s poetry month which means try to be a poet.

Does it mean Poe try! I’m good but not like Edgar Allen Poe. Has anyone ever read his life history? He lost his parents, his wife and his jobs. He barely made it writing and then died.

I wonder who will remember us from our writing. The great thing is we are sharing our gifts with the world. We will never be forgotten for we made an etch in this world with our words.

I share with you one of my first poems written in 2nd grade. The year was 1976.

I like my car for it takes me very far. I hop in it and go after pumping gas from either Getty or Texaco.

Yup that was a long time ago. I am grateful to my teacher Miss Pepe for giving me the assignment of writing a poem. What was your first poem? How old were you? Thank you again for reading my blog.

Guady G Hugs from Brooklyn

Very important message

Hi thank you for stopping by
I’m glad you didn’t just scroll by

Sometimes not a soul likes what I post
I have a blog but can’t even boast

Few followers and barely any comments
Should I carry on with only these laments?

I mustn’t forget why I started to write
It makes my soul take flight

A letter, a word and a punctuation
Makes me swell with exaltation!

Why do you write?
To forget because you regret?
To remember her warmth like ember?
To make cash flow so everyone believes you are in the know?

Many reasons to keep going.
So just enjoy the process and the blog will keep growing.

To not write just isn’t right.

Thank you Guady G

D is co n nect ed


My dearest Avid Reader aka Avid

Today a co-worker called out and there was a typo. It read Avid and of course I thought of you. Yes after all these blogs.

It’s been years since we last exchanged letters, words and exclamation points. If I must be honest I miss how often you commented. It was with sophisticated prose more wondrous than any rose.

Your written stanzas are forever embedded in my cerebral cortex. Your words so exuberant, they still cause a rise in my neurotransmitters. They still wow me.

Your daily poetic messages were like tender caresses. Those innuendos and those read in between the lines still cause me to hyperventilate. You always knew that.

I wonder if you are still reading my work after it goes to your inbox. Are you holding back commenting? Did you lose interest in my words and in my thoughts? Where are you?

I miss you, even if you might just be conjured up. Are you hiding that part of yourself that only I knew? Sometimes I think you only existed in my limbic system.

I’m a writer and a reader. You were my muse. You were my avid reader. You inspired me to go deep within myself and write and write and write.

Were you real? Were our exchanges truly intertwined? Now the consonants and vowels hold such a disconnect. You left, I write but with my muse gone it doesn’t feel right. No matter the time, no matter the distance you shall always be my Avid.

Sincerely Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
Keep safe everyone.
Sending good vibes