Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as had over 200 hundred writings published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and The Broken Ones.
Andrew Scott has published five poetry books, Snake With A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen, The Path, The Storm Is Coming and Searching andone book of photography, Through My Eyes. Whispers Of The Calm is his sixth poetry book.
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Dear Stranger XII
Dear Stranger, how are you today? You have been busy as of late, taking buses and planes to talk to the people while on the campaign trail. You were trying to gain our confidence to have you be the figurehead of this country after somewhat failing on promises on the previous years’ opportunity. In our shared land, up in the northern parts, there are communities without running water. The most basic item and are being ignored. Clinics all over are being closed. Taking away ladies right to choose what happens to their own body. Decisions made by men’s bureaucratic closed minds. Ladies and gentleman are coming home from protecting people and lands half the world away only to have no support and taking their own lives when there is no where to go. People have chosen you to lead over many other options. It is time to show us that you can do this. Political correctness does not matter for these times. Do what is right. Until then you will be a stranger to us all.
The leaves are changing colours. The autumn air is turning crisp. This time of year always brings a worry. The days start getting sorter and the nights a lot cooler. During the summer it is easier. A person like me can find anywhere to sleep, under bridges, hideaway benches. So many options for he resourceful. Now with the fall surrounding me there is fright of not enough warm clothes for this season. Trying not to think about a bed. The nightly bed under the bridge will not due in a few weeks. There are shelters to go to but those beds are filled so fast if you do not get there at a perfect time. So many fights out of frustration when that happens. It is the same anxiety each year. A person would think I would but used to the season changes. I have survived but age quicker. Do not even wish to think about the first coming winter flake.
Sit In Silence
Sitting on the front porch, taking a moment to breath. These days do not happen much. Most of my time is filled with unpredictable moments. The diagnosis was just a few short years ago. My child was mostly seen as being moody and bratty. Being the parent, I knew there was something else. So many different moods showing, changing in short periods of time. So hard now to get the pills that would make the child better or calmer, to be taken. When they are taken, the child becomes so numb. Mornings like this morning are rough. One moment so calm then a jumpy agitation, talking and screaming. It is the violent crying That cannot be stopped. Take the times of long sleeping for a break and a breather not knowing what will start it all over again. As a parent the love is unconditional even when the steps to be taken are so hard and long. Sometimes I am not strong and breakdown when no one can see. Being away brings anxiety because I am waiting for a call. To recharge and be strong a moment like now is needed to just sit alone in silence.