Sunday Poem: Fatherhood
Sunday Poem: Fatherhood
Morning Light and Memory. A Father’s Tale of New Beginnings
I hope you are all safe, healthy, and loved. That is a blessing in this chaotic world. Sending you all positive energy from this corner of the planet.
You may have noticed a decrease in the frequency of this publication. Let me explain.
Over the past few days, my quota for creative and soul time has shrunk. I’m returning to a routine, where work sustains my expenses and pays my rent, has reappeared after a hiatus. It was only a matter of time, and while I’m not complaining, this shift means less time for Rebel Strokes and Speculative Everything.
This doesn’t mean I will stop, of course. I treasure this time spent staring at a blank page, waiting for inspiration to strike. I won’t give it up, even if it means losing sleep.
This week, I wrote two posts: one on Art and AI’s impact on artists, and another, which I’m sharing today, is a poem inspired by 20th-century poets and my awe of fatherhood.
As usual, I wrote the poem first in Spanish. The English version is a fairly good translation using ChatGPT-4.
Take care, everyone. By any art necessary.
Fatherhood
It came first, pure, like morning light, A whisper, a promise, A dream wrapped in tender hope. Days passed like flowing rivers, Nights like stars scattered in a clear sky, Each moment a thread in the fabric of life. The world turned, and I turned with it, Feeling the weight of time and love, The quiet joy of a new life growing. I saw your mother’s tears, her laughter, Her hands on her swelling belly, Her whispers of lullabies yet unsung. I walked with the dawn, Through fields of memory and future, The sun rising on our new horizon. And then, you came, like a ship to shore, A cry, a gasp, the world held its breath, And you were here, with eyes wide and wondering. In that moment, I was no longer just me, But something greater, something bound to you, A father, a guide, a guardian. I will walk with you through every storm, Stand by you in every dawn, Teach you the songs of the stars and the rivers. For you, I will be the rock, The shore, the open sky, The endless path of love and life.
Paternidad
Vino primero, puro, como la luz de la mañana, Un susurro, una promesa, Un sueño envuelto en tierno anhelo. Los días pasaron como ríos que fluyen, Las noches como estrellas dispersas en un cielo claro, Cada momento, un hilo en el tejido de la vida. El mundo giró, y yo giré con él, Sintiendo el peso del tiempo y el amor, La alegría silenciosa de una nueva vida creciendo. Vi las lágrimas de su madre, su risa, Sus manos sobre su vientre creciente, Sus susurros de nanas aún no cantadas. Caminé con el amanecer, A través de campos de memoria y futuro, El sol levantándose en nuestro nuevo horizonte. Y entonces, llegaste, como un barco a la orilla, Un llanto, un suspiro, mi mundo contuvo el aliento, Y estabas aquí, con los ojos abiertos y asombrados. En ese momento, ya no era solo yo, Sino algo más grande, algo unido a ti, Un padre, un guía, un guardián. Caminaré contigo a través de cada tormenta, Estaré a tu lado en cada amanecer, Te enseñaré las canciones de las estrellas y los ríos. Por ti, seré la roca, La orilla, el cielo abierto, El camino infinito del amor en tu vida.
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