seasofme

You came back. <3

Hello Seas, I miss you too!  Where have you been and what are you doing now?
          Ajay and I are still here and Olan.  Ajay is getting older and wiser and I am just getting older!  Ha, ha.  I am now 73 and suffer from fatigue, but otherwise well and healthy.  I hope you are still painting, what a lovely gift to possess as well as your poetry gift.

This is an update on my health. On June 11th, it'll be six months since my stroke and I'm getting better but not as fast as I first thought I would. Strokes are hard to come back from as I have learned through this long ordeal, however I think I will get at least 80 to 90% of my health back especially my walking skills and my partial paralysis on my left side. It was foolish of me to think I could go back and resume my life so quickly. It was not wise, but I have ended up in a lovely place with a great view and I'm getting unpacked and getting my paintings up on the wall and things are pleasing to me. I am typing voice to text because I cannot do it any other way.
          
          The doctors say I will know another six months how much I will get back and what I'll need to adjust to become the writer and the poet and the artist I will be by changing why my style and setting my goals where they should be instead pipe dreams that I cannot achieve.
          
          I am lasting longer in today before my brain begins to shut and then I go to sleep and I get rested I'm better the next day Each day is a process of learning and becoming the better person I should be and making myself new.
          
          Soon, I am hopeful to get a device that has a halo that fits around my head and gloves on my hands that will help connect my nerves from my brain to my hands in order for me to type again.
          
          I hope this note finds you doing well and in good spirits. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan.

Hello, hope you are doing well.

I'm back if you'd like to read more of my poems

Thank you, Seas. I've thought you often as this stroke tried to erase me, even here it has tried to make me a begone event, but I would have nothing to with it, smile. yes, i am happy and trying write again, slowly starting out with vignettes and added it to my short stories by Olan L Smith here on Wattpad.

Old Poets - Joyce Kilmer
          
           (For Robert Cortez Holliday)
          
          If I should live in a forest
          And sleep underneath a tree,
          No grove of impudent saplings
          Would make a home for me.
          I'd go where the old oaks gather,
          Serene and good and strong,
          And they would not sigh and tremble
          And vex me with a song.
          The pleasantest sort of poet
          Is the poet who's old and wise,
          With an old white beard and wrinkles
          About his kind old eyes.
          For these young flippertigibbets
          A-rhyming their hours away
          They won't be still like honest men
          And listen to what you say.
          The young poet screams forever
          About his sex and his soul;
          But the old man listens, and smokes his pipe,
          And polishes its bowl.
          There should be a club for poets
          Who have come to seventy year.
          They should sit in a great hall drinking
          Red wine and golden beer.
          They would shuffle in of an evening,
          Each one to his cushioned seat,
          And there would be mellow talking
          And silence rich and sweet.
          There is no peace to be taken
          With poets who are young,
          For they worry about the wars to be fought
          And the songs that must be sung.
          But the old man knows that he's in his chair
          And that God's on His throne in the sky.
          So he sits by the fire in comfort
          And he lets the world spin by.

Dear I've had a small stroke and I am in recovery. I wanted to write to you to let you know that I am recovering.

seas, i had a dream of you last night. not knowing what you look like, but of your words and poems. I hope you're doing amazing beautiful friend. :)

If you miss us, drop by and leave a note on our conversation page, smile. I switched back to writing novels for the time being and am having some success at it. I miss you as well. You drop by from time to time, you hear now. LPF, Olan