Forgotten Pages

Recently I found some old pages I had written 40 years ago. In truth none of it is very good. It reminded me why I kept at it and who to thank. To be any good as a writer of words, thoughts, and feelings you have to dig deep and write from your heart. You want others to read and feel the happiness and or pain of what you are trying to convey in a few black and white symbols. Trust me it is not for the faint-hearted. You put everything you are or ever will be out there for the world to read—and judge. Some have the words, but never write for the judgment can be fierce. In my case my mom help me overcome that with her constant encouragement to explore and discover the universe of the written word. Her best piece of advice was to write for me only and not for anyone else—even if no one else would ever read a word I penned I would be a better person for it. She was right. Thank you Mom…

Forgotten Pages
The years have passed, time has marched on, been 40 years,
I found the old written pages from before, so now the flow of tears.
My thoughts on paper I had written so many years ago.
You kept them for all those years, I just didn’t know.
Not a clue you had saved my pages – they were like an old hello.
In that old cardboard box that was hidden down below,
It was like a gift from above finding them; I miss my Mom,
My thoughts penned so long ago during many a winter’s calm.
Now, to find these old dusty pages – I guess something meant it to be,
Mom, we loved the written word – on this we always would agree.
Your encouragement and these pages was part of our journey, part of our tale,
Of a mother’s inspiration and son creative endeavors down life’s trail.
You told me to write adventures, poetry, anything I wanted to explore,
So began a writer’s journey on these old dusty pages from forty years from before.
Kurt James

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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Kurt’s family roots were from western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years, Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographers through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. The Denver Post, PM Magazine, and 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado featured his poetry. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour, and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 16 books all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand, Kurt James novels, short stories, reference books, and poetry, are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt has 3 books that he is currently writing. The 8th book in his Rocky Mountain Series - Raphael Eye for an Eye. His third ghost town reference book, Kansas Ghost Towns, Hauntings, Treasure Tales, and Other BS. And a western/horror novel - Devil’s Tower Spirit of Chiha Tanka. Kurt is a proud member of Western Writers of America.

6 thoughts on “Forgotten Pages

  • May 19, 2019 at 11:34 PM

    This is a heart-warming memoir and poem, Kurt. A good author writes from the heart, and you are indeed a good author. I enjoyed reading this piece. Well done.

    • May 20, 2019 at 2:06 AM

      Thanks for dropping by Phyllis, I know we are all busy and having a comment or two makes one feel like writing.

  • May 19, 2019 at 11:45 PM

    I can relate to and feel where these words came from Kurt. Like you, I write first to please myself first and it is a bonus if others have similar tastes. My parents too were aavid readers and always encouraging. I enjoyed this.

    • May 25, 2019 at 5:56 PM

      Thanks Jamie for stopping by. My poems are just like my photography, I have lost or forgotten more of them that I have ever published… Not good!…haha

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