Sunday, July 24, 2011

Whispering Dreams

Whispering to the beat of rain
on a cool summer day
Dreams of beauty lying together
with visions of love
As though life is the storm -
and love the flood.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Conquer

Each of us has secrets
That we don't dare to share
Each of us has affliction
That haunts us and ensnares
We are only human
Trying to do the best we can
To focus on the positive
By bringing happiness to life
Don't just follow the path
Forge a new trail
Build a new bridge
And conquer our trials at last.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

True Poets

The following excerpt is from a novel by Frank Delaney called Ireland:

"Nobody can actually write a poem. There's no such act as writing a poem. That's not how poems are made. Oh, yes, there's the physical business of a pen, ink, and paper - but that isn't whence the poem comes. Nor may you send out and fetch a poem from where it's been living. No, like it or not, you have to wait for a poem to arrive.

The people we call "poets," by which I mean true, real poets - they're merely very keen listeners who've learned to recognize when a poem is dropping by..... The thing about true poets is - they never have to wait. Some say they are born lucky. They long to eat a hazelnut, and next thing a man walks past their front door with a bag of nuts and he offers him one.... Poets are like that with poems. No sooner do they listen out than a poem swoops down, whispers something to the top of their heads, and they feel it flowing down into their brain, down along their arms, into their fingers and out onto the page in black letters.

And poets are like angels. They visit often, but you've got to be watching out for them, and you've to believe in them to benefit from their gifts."

Now ask yourself, are you a true poet? I like to think that I am. Sometimes a thought will pop into my head, and I just start writing until I have a poem. Some poems take only a few minutes to write. Others take hours, days, weeks, months, and even years. But I keep a notebook of all of these thoughts, and periodically look over them until the poem comes together just right.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Poetry Schmoetry Blogfest

I have been writing poetry since I was 12 years old. I love to use poetry to express my feelings, emotions, and thoughts on life. I've been mulling over what poem to submit, and even sought advice from a poetry writing friend, and have decided to submit the following poem that I wrote when I was 17 years old:

The Stranger
Walking aimlessly through the crowd,
One has to wonder:
Who is that stranger that is left alone?
What is he doing so far from home?
Without a purpose
Without a place
The stranger aimlessly walks away
Off in the distance he disappears
One has to wonder:
What was he doing here?

Friday, July 8, 2011

A New Look!!

I know my posts have been few and far between.  This little life of mine has been crazy and full of so many things.  Thank you to those who have been stopping by, and commenting.  I really appreciate it as a new blogger.

I got my hair cut today, and can I just say that I feel like a new woman.  It has been a long time since my hair has been this short, but I'm loving it. 

I decided to do something that I've never done before.  I wore 2 necklaces at one time.  I'm really liking the look.  I like this outfit, but I think I'd like it better with some lighter khaki or white pants instead of the olive green color.  Isn't this what the 30 for 30 challenge is all about?  Finding what works with our wardrobes, and what doesn't?