This is the personal writing site of Barry Hurd- online consultant, designer, writer, marketer, entrepreneur, and father.
I won a bottle of wine for having a wee bit of knowledge about the origin and meaning surrounding the word Valentine. I guess being able to answer a few multiple choice questions about an interesting day is worth a bottle of wine for a poet.
Here is a recap of some writing I did […]
Falling in love does not have a reason, it has a purpose.
Love is not passive, love is daring.
Love is watching your life fade to black.
Love is about resurrecting yourself with one thought.
Love is knowing that you took your last breath stepping in front of a train for them.
Love is not hateful, nor hurtful.
Love […]
Like most souls, there are many things that I take for granted.
One thing I gave thanks for was my daughter. As short lived as her life was, it was epic. Her life defined my life, colored the rainbow I saw in the sky, and helped me to dream again. She made me a better […]
Sweet dreams, reminiscent of a fall day.
Do you hear, as I do, how things are so beautiful?
Hearing voices of tumbling leaves, chaotic ramblings.
or do you fail to listen, to hope, to such silent whispers?
In my mind, I hear no silence, just motion around my life.
Together I would have thought, that this was perfect.
Everyone cares, not […]
I once knew someone; a soul who perfectly illuminated my life.
They were not figment or illusion, but tangible and real.
A perfect spirit who made me feel, too much sometimes, so deeply.
For some time I could not remember, how I could believe, in something…
the kind of thing you cannot see, yet seemingly sets you free.
Yet I […]
I met you briefly, our paths crossed like we had been life-long lovers.
For a moment we both knew it was not a casual interlude.
We were not the kind of people to be in love, or at least admit it.
Yet I found myself musing over how easily I fell.
I could not deny my heart was a […]
Some people say,
that I have a remarkable soul.
Where it lays between black and white,
lost in a place that defines everything else.
I think, if not the words that have left my lips,
should my thoughts escape without a subtle echo
a peaceful remembrance to something so wonderful,
that they may etch themselves to paper.
Yet I am not here, no, […]
She was beautiful, the kind of definition artists try to capture
in song, the flavor or rose water as it touches your lips.
She was the kind of presence that people remarked about.
The lady in black, that gave reason for a poem,
a brief insight to the human condition, known only as beautiful.
I gave my son a hug last night, which in our own way
Describes a feeling of love between us.
When I say “I love you” to him, there is no faith lost in those words.
I say them with an honest heart, and a belief in everything we are.
When he says “I love you” to me, he […]
I have never known, anyone.
More beautiful, than you.
Hearing the sound of summer
escape your lips, heavy breathing.
Now I have dreamed,
feverishly throwing my desire,
into a moment that can never be trivial.
Yet the passion gone,
lost in a moment of serenity
with only your eyes watching,
Do I understand myself, of you and I,
as my heart becomes steady and strong.
I am […]