Apr 21, 2006
National Poetry Month 2006
I am sorry that I overlooked that April is National Poetry Month (just as it was last year and the year before)! It comes at a tough time in the school year and I apologize. I will try to find some of my favorite poems and publish them here before the end of the month. Go. Read poetry. Post some, too. In comments, or on your blog, or in your heart. Poetry is good for the soul. So say I.
[UPDATE 3] And, oh my gosh, HOW did I overlook Julie? If you don't already read Carter's Little Pill, you should. Scroll backward through her archives. She's got a poem for every day of the month (which she calls NaPo).
Apr 29, 2005
Closing out Nat'l Poetry Month
Tomorrow is the end of April (how, in god's name, can that be?). With it, National Poetry Month ends. My poetry posts this month were:
And, my final offering comes from a list that I belong to:
Never let the Church and State
Get close enough to meet and mate;
For the safety of our nation
Prohibit this miscegenation;
Keep Church far from the bed of State;
Separate their greed and hate;
Abstinence is what they need
Or the monsters they will breed
Will mongrelize both law and creed.
Never let Church marry State-
Do not even let them date.
Edwin Kagin, a Bright
Apr 24, 2005
Her ears are alert as I coax,
Any pedigree lost in ribs and matted fur.
She slinks from sight
As a wisp of cream in black coffee if I come too near
Daily I leave food and water.
She is wary as she licks the bowls clean.
Trust is a distant planet,
Perhaps unreachable, far beyond the galaxies of need
Still, like lovers, we are eager to ease hunger, claim devotion.
We move apart, uncompromising, remeasuring distance
Our anxiety stretched like a leash between us.
-Anna F. (my mom - Ed.)
Apr 16, 2005
Using the male, being female,
Being the entrance of the world,
You embrace harmony
And become as a newborn.
Using strength, being weak,
Being the root of the world,
You complete harmony
And become as unshaped wood.
Using the light, being dark,
Being the world,
You perfect harmony
And return to the Way
Apr 11, 2005
In celebration of Spring!
Robert Louis Stevenson
courtesy of Amanda
Apr 06, 2005
National Poetry Month
My blog is one year old this month (well, technically this blog was started a year ago this month).
Sometime earlier today I remembered that last year April was National Poetry Month. Several bloggers posted poems in response. I really liked that, so I thought I would do it again this year. For the rest of the month, I will post at least one poem per week.
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Mar 28, 2005
I live in pieces
I am no longer whole
With each new love, I give a piece of me away
I never get it back
As the losses mount
Can I live in just the piece left to me
Will the fragment sustain breath
If I offer you that piece of me
Will you take the whole
Will you make me whole
Can I have just one peace
Mar 23, 2005
Footsteps following an ancient path
leaving behind the familiar, the everyday,
the certain. Footsteps making fresh tracks
in the snow, moving through blue space
uncovering the mystery. Footsteps
leading in new directions, striking out
on their own, being bold.
I think of footsteps now, remembering you
and how we were together. How laughter
was our medicine, and love our daily meal.
I think of you and our footsteps
intertwining, weaving a tapestry
of love and family and home.
I think of you and our footsteps drifting,
taking different paths, tearing us apart.
I think of you and feel the tears we shed
in the silence of our hearts.
I think of you and remember the rending
of the fabric we had made.
How I feel today the frayed threads still
woven through me, the ends without
connections that always used to be.
I think of you and all our footsteps,
the ones that set me dancing
and those that sent me searching
toward a separate goal -- the coming
to awareness in new, expanded places.
I look back at all those footsteps
and how they brought me here
to the tops of distant mountains,
to inner worlds I'd never known,
to fulfillment of dreams
I'd never dared dream.
I am thankful for our footsteps
for the dancing and the pain.
I am grateful for the journey
and the gifts along the way.
-- Lynn Asch