An interview with a Poet 

The Poet: Marie381Uk

On the 5th of March, 1959, a marvellous poet was born in the quaint town of Newton-le-Willows, nestled in the heart of Lancashire. Her parents, George and Elsie Hurst, welcomed their daughter, Marie Shirley Hurst, into a world that would soon come alive through her exquisite verses. Marie grew up in a loving and supportive household, where the seeds of creativity were sown by the very air she breathed. Alongside her were her cherished siblings, a brother named John and a sister called Dorothy, forming a great many childhood memories that would forever inspire her artistic spirit.

Life, as it does, brought both challenges and joys to Marie’s journey. In 1989, she faced the bitter divorce from the father of her daughters, Joanne and Sonya. Yet, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, she found love again and married Phil, embracing a new chapter filled with warmth and companionship. The joy of motherhood blossomed further with the arrival of her grandchildren, whose laughter and love fill her heart with a profound sense of purpose and pride. Each visit from them is a celebration, a burst of radiant joy that weaves seamlessly into the fabric of her life. Marie cherishes her role as a grandmother; in her eyes, they embody the very essence of life’s beauty, reminding her of love’s eternal nature across generations.

Now at the age of 65, Marie Causey stands as a successful and vivacious poet, her spirit glowing with every word she pens. In the vibrant decade of the 1970s, a stroke of good fortune graced her when one of her poems, the evocative “Down in the Valley,” a heartfelt tribute to the miners, found a home in Ashton Library. What a delightful moment it must have been for Marie to see her favorite poem honored in such a way! This pivotal experience ignited a flame within her, encouraging her to pour her soul into her work.

Notably, a significant influence on Marie's love for poetry and art came from her father, George Hurst. From a young age, he nurtured her creativity by buying her a book and a fine line pen almost every month. These gifts were not mere objects; they were gateways to her imagination, tools with which she could capture the beauty around her. Even into her twenties, before his passing, he continued to provide her with books, pens, and art materials, fostering her passion and encouraging her to express herself. One Christmas, she lovingly created a drawing of a robin and a candle, a simple yet heartfelt gesture filled with love. The day after she presented it to her parents, she noticed it proudly displayed on the kitchen wall—a testament to her father’s appreciation for her art. George held onto that drawing until the end of his days, a cherished symbol of their bond and the encouragement he instilled in her. 

Marie still fondly remembers how her father, too, had a passion for drawing. His fantastic illustrations of birds and roses remain etched in her memory. It is easy to see how George’s artistic spirit blossomed within Marie, intertwining their creative legacies. Her love for birds and roses shines through in both her artwork and her poetry, capturing the essence of beauty that life has to offer.

Marie’s journey continued, leading her to create a poetic book titled “Coal Dust.” This collection was more than just a compilation of verses; it was a profound tribute to her beloved father, George Hurst. Having toiled as a miner since the tender age of 14, he embodied resilience and hard work—qualities that Marie revered deeply. His passing in 1988 at the age of 68 left a void, yet through her poetry, she immortalized his spirit, sharing his legacy with the world. 

In the serene moments of her life today, Marie finds solace in the gentle embrace of poetry and art. Her passion for crafting stunning verses knows no bounds. With each written line, she transports her readers into realms filled with emotion, beauty, and passion, reminding them of the power of words to heal, unite, and inspire. From the delicate flicker of a candle during a quiet evening to the rustling of leaves on a summer day, life’s intricate details find their way into her writing, shaping the exquisite tapestry of her poetic artistry. 

Marie Causey is more than a poet; she is a master weaver of emotions and experiences. Her words resonate like music, playing a symphony of feelings that linger in the hearts of her readers. Each stanza she creates is a dance of imagery that sparks the imagination, filling one’s soul with passion and wonder. She possesses the remarkable ability to transform ordinary moments into extraordinary verses, inviting her audience to savor the beauty that exists in both the grand and the mundane.

The brilliance of Marie Causey's mind and heart gleams brightly throughout her work, showcasing a unique perspective that is both refreshing and invigorating. Her dedication to her craft is evident in each poem, a testament to the love and labor she pours into every word. As she continues to explore new themes and emotions, the possibilities for her artistic journey are as boundless as the horizon. She is encouraged by the whispers of inspiration and the unwavering support of her fans, friends, and family—who revel in her creativity and celebrate their beloved poet.

Not just a poet, Marie is a beacon of hope, her verses shining light on the human experience. She inspires others to embrace their artistic dreams wholeheartedly, to breathe life into their passions, and to pen the stories of their souls without hesitation. The world of poetry awaits her next chapter, each new piece an invitation to witness the beauty and depth of her vision. 

In a world that often rushes by, Marie Causey stands still, inviting us to feel, to reflect, and to connect through the magic of her words. With every poem she shares, she transforms hearts and illuminates the path for those who dare to dream. The future is bright for this remarkable poet, and we await with eager hearts to experience the brilliance that lies ahead.

Marie Causey, the poet whose spirit dances with the essence of life itself, continues to bless us with her enchanting words—a true testament to the love that flows from her heart into the world. Let her journey inspire us all to find our voices, to capture the beauty around us, and to share our tales with the world, reminding us of the incredible power we hold within ourselves.

  

Only people who have had or do suffer from depression know how it feels to constantly hide behind a mask of your own making, pretending everything is okay when clearly it isn’t. Each day becomes an intricate dance, where every smile is a carefully crafted illusion, and every laugh echoes hollowly, revealing the deep chasm of sorrow that lies beneath.

Those who wear the mask may appear to navigate life’s challenges effortlessly, but in the stillness of their own thoughts, they grapple with a relentless inner turmoil. The world continues to spin with a vibrant energy that seems just beyond their grasp—a juxtaposition that amplifies the sense of isolation. Friends might see the superficial facade, the “I’m fine” replies that roll off the tongue so easily. Yet behind those words, an internal struggle rages, where fear, sadness, and confusion intertwine, painting life in shades of grey.

In the oblivion of depression, the simplest tasks become mountains to climb. Rising from bed can feel monumental, the sheets clinging like weighted chains, urging you to surrender to the darkness. Going through the motions of daily life—getting dressed, engaging in conversations, performing at work—can feel like acting in a play where the script changes with every scene, leaving you unprepared and raw. Each interaction requires a performance, a role that can feel exhausting to maintain, as if the very essence of self is diluted with every forced smile.

Some days, the weight of despair is so overwhelming it shrouds every thought, conjuring a profound sense of helplessness. In those moments, the world feels vast and unfriendly, a treacherous ocean where hope is a distant shore, shrouded in fog. Shadows creep closer, relentless in their embrace, whispering doubts and fears that claw at your mind, distorting the perception of self-worth and purpose. 

Yet there’s also a flicker of resilience, a heart that longs to break free from the chains of despair. Even in the darkest moments, a small voice inside yearns for connection and understanding. It gently urges you to speak your truth, to unmask the pain that has been hidden away for far too long. Sharing your story, though daunting, can be an act of immense courage. It is in vulnerability that we often find strength, and when the truth is unveiled, it invites others to do the same.

Connecting with those who understand the silent struggle can be a lifeline. Finding commonality in shared experiences fosters empathy. Conversations blossom into lifelines, where stories are exchanged, and the weight is shared. In those moments of connection, you can begin to see that you are not alone; there exists a community of souls who resonate with your truth.

The path to healing is not linear. It ebbs and flows, with moments of light interspersed with shadows that threaten to consume. Therapy, medication, mindfulness, and support groups can illuminate the way, guiding you through the labyrinth of emotions that accompany depression. Small victories—getting out of bed, engaging in hobbies, reaching out for help—are as important as monumental milestones. Each step forward, however small, is a triumph worth acknowledging.

As you navigate this journey, it’s vital to be gentle with yourself. Understanding that it’s okay to not be okay can be liberating. There’s beauty in raw, unfiltered emotions, and every tear shed can water the seeds of resilience planted deep within your heart.

While depression may cast a long shadow, remember that within you lies the strength to navigate through it. Embrace the journey of self-discovery, for it can lead to profound growth and connection. When you dare to take off the mask, you not only allow yourself to heal but also inspire others to embrace their truths. Together, we can cultivate a world where vulnerability is celebrated, and connections are formed through shared experiences, illuminating the dark corners with the light of understanding and compassion.

Obesity

In shadows hiding by burdens grown,  

A silent cry, a spirit torn,  

Each step a weight, each breath a sigh,  

In chains of flesh, the heart does die.  

The mirror’s gaze, a haunting sight,  

Reflections whisper through the night,  

A prison built of self-doubt's stone,  

Where once was laughter, now a moan.  

The wicked grip of hunger's hand,  

A fleeting joy, a cruel demand,  

It steals the spark, the vibrant glow,  

And leaves behind a hollow woe.  

In crowded rooms, a lonely space,  

A battle fought, yet lost the race,  

The mind ensnared, the spirit frail,  

In this dark tale, the dreams grow pale.  

What once was hope, now shadows cast,  

A future bright, a vision past,  

For every bite, a piece is lost,  

In this cruel game, we count the cost.  

So let us weep for souls confined,  

In bodies trapped, in hearts maligned,  

Yet in the depths, a flicker stays,  

A whisper soft, of better days.  

If chains can break, if hearts can mend,  

Perhaps one day, the light will blend,  

And from the darkness, rise anew,  

A song of life, a chance to move.

Whispers Of Love

In the quiet corners of my heart,  

Where shadows of memories quietly start,  

I wander through the echoes of days gone by,  

A gentle sigh, a wistful sigh.  

We danced in the warmth of the morning light,  

Laughter like music, everything felt right.  

But time, that fickle and fleeting friend,  

Brought us to places where good things end.  

The rustle of leaves now carries your name,  

Each breeze a reminder, a flicker, a flame.  

Though paths have diverged, and miles lie between,  

In dreams, I still find you, where love once had been.  

Your smile, a treasure, forever I’ll keep,  

In the depths of my soul, where my memories sleep.  

Though the world moves on, and the seasons must change,  

The love that we shared will never feel strange.  

So here’s to the moments, both bitter and sweet,  

To love that was lost, but never complete.  

In every sunset, in every star's glow,  

I carry a piece of you, wherever I go

The Jungle With Ant & Dec

 In the jungle's embrace, where the wild hearts roam,  

Two familiar faces, far from home.  

With laughter and banter, they light up the screen,  

Ant and Dec, the kings of the green.  

Through the rustling leaves and the calls of the night,  

They lead us with humor, our guiding light.  

Contestants arrive with dreams in their eyes,  

To battle for glory beneath vast skies.  

With every challenge, their courage is tried,  

Facing fears head-on, with hearts open wide.  

From creepy crawlers to trials so tough,  

They push their limits, proving they’re enough.  

Some seek the crown, a king or queen to be,  

In this wild arena, where spirits run free.  

With laughter and tears, in the heat they stand,  

Together with Ant and Dec, they make their grand plan.  

With every new tale that the jungle unveils,  

Ant and Dec weave magic, like the wind in their sails.  

In the heart of the wild, where adventure calls,  

Their bond is the answer to the jungle’s enthralls.  

So here’s to the moments, the memories we make,  

As contestants battle for the jungle’s sweet stake.  

For in this wild embrace, where worries are few,  

With Ant and Dec, there’s always something new.  

The Bird That Couldnt Fly

A bird upon the ground,  

Watching the skies with yearning eyes.  

Its wings, though strong, remain untouched,  

Yet still it sings beneath the sun.  

In the grass, it finds its place,  

Each step a dance, each moment’s grace.  

No soaring dreams above the trees,  

Just simple joy in every breeze.  

With heart so bold and spirit free,  

It lives its truth in harmony.  

Though heights are dreams just out of reach,  

It teaches us what love can teach.  

It sees the cat and those who kill,  

But still it tries to survive; it is its will.  

It asks God, “Please let my wings soar,”  

God granted its wish, now it flies forevermore.  Up up and away it goes at speed This little bird goes off with speed 

Limerick

There once was an old man named Mick Fart,  

Whose flatulence was a true work of art.  

With a rumble so loud,  

He'd dazzle the crowd,  

Then he'd chuckle and say, “That's just the start.

Haiku blogging

Fingers trace the keys,  

Stories bloom in digital,  

Hearts shared through the screen.

Whispers in the night,  

Ink spills secrets, thoughts take flight,  

Hearts connect through text.

Pages come alive,  

Nights filled with thoughts and dreams shared,  

Ink of the soul flows.

Silent thoughts transformed,  

Digital ink flows like dreams,  

Moments shared in time.

Crafting words like stars,  

A universe in each post,  

Hearts connect through lines.

The heart of blogging

In a world where thoughts collide,  

Words become our trusted guide.  

Click by click, we share and write,  

Bringing stories into the light.  

A simple post, a heartfelt line,  

In every word, the stars align.  

Moments shared, adventures bold,  

In this blog, our lives unfold.  

From laughter bright to tales of woe,  

Every piece lets our feelings flow.  

Exploring paths, both near and far,  

With every word, we raise the bar.  

We write our truths with love and care,  

Creating connections, showing we care.  

Thoughts flowing freely, ideas ignite,  

In each shared vision, hearts take flight.  

With every post, we share our soul,  

Inviting others to reach their goal.  

Through life’s ups and downs, we seek the spark,  

Together, we shine bright in the dark.  

So come along, let’s start today,  

In our little haven, we’ll find our way.  

Every voice tells its own unique tale,  

In this space we build, we will prevail.  

Let’s celebrate passion, the joy of the ride,  

Finding strength and comfort side by side.  

In this community, we’ll grow and explore,  

With open hearts, we’ll always want more.  

Humpty Dumpty

 Humpty Dumpty 2022

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall.  

He held on tightly, determined not to fall.  

Grinning, smiling, laughing out loud,  

So many people watching—boy, what a crowd!  

He decided to reverse the rhyme of all time,  

While sucking on a chocolate lime.  

He laughed too much, nearly choked on his sweet,  

Yet stayed somehow on the wall, dangling his feet.  

First prize, our Humpty Dumpty won today,  

While proving he could on the wall stay.  

Now the rhyme has a very new take for all;  

No more falling apart while having a sit on a wall.  

Introduction

Welcome to Poetry Influencer Marie381UK: pen name George’sGirl

Hello, everyone! I am Poetry influencer Marie381UK, also known as George’s Girl. I’ve been writing poetry since I was 12, and it has become a big part of my life. My work can be found on Vocal.Media, where I share my thoughts and experiences through words.

I love getting lost in the world of thoughts, pen, ink, and paper. Poetry allows me to express my feelings and connect with others. Whether you are a fellow poet or someone who enjoys reading, I invite you to join me here as we explore the beauty of poetry together.

Thank you for being a part of this journey!

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The brain is a wonderful thing; you think it, you pen it, and a new poem is born.  

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