What’s going on in my head…Haiku
There they are floating
a flying, crashing, deluge.
Ideas, passion. Words.
I just wrote this lovely little haiku in an attempt to express the desire I have had of late to create. To write. To craft. To learn new things. To explore. I’ve been banging my head against a wall (figuratively speaking of course) trying to decide what sorts of things I want to fill my etsy shop with (prim things). When it occurred to me that my need to create is really only my desire to write. To sit down, and actually write. Something I’ve not done in a while. Between getting our house ready to sell, the going about of selling it, the packing, the moving, the MOVING! We are finally settled in. Yes, there are a few boxes here and there that we really have no place for and a storage unit that is literally bursting at the seams but we’re settled and I am feeling rejuvenated and inspired.
I’m going to let this deluge of creative desire wash over me. I’m going to enjoy it, savor it and spend a lot of time with my butt in this lovely comfy chair the hubs bought for my tush whose job it is to keep me comfortable while I go about sitting in it, with my hands unfolding over my keyboard; typing as fast as they can go in a storm of word vomit.
Read MoreAll That Is Gold Does Not Glitter
I was thinking about this today. Not sure exactly why, but it came to me as I was driving home, in the rain from the grocery store.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
- All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter by J. R. R. Tolkien
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Read MoreAn “Invitation”
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
- Invitation by Shel Silverstein
I love this poem. I have from the very first moment I read it when I was but a wee lass!
Read MoreHope is the Thing With Feathers
I love poetry. In school dissecting a poem to reveal its true meaning was actually fun for me…Today when I read poetry I focus more on the feeling it evokes within and what the words mean to me, rather than what the author meant when it was written. I think on one day a poem can have one meaning to you and on another something completely different depending on where you are in your life. They also have that way-much like songs do of transporting you (or reminding oneself) of another time in life-especially if it was a poem that had a particularly strong effect. I also enjoy learning what poems (or pieces of literature) other people enjoy. I think it speaks volumes about them (pun-totally intended). In the spirit of that “Save the Words” post I did a few days ago, I thought it would be fun to share (on occasion) my favorite poems. I would love to hear what you have to say about this poem, what it means to you etc. If you appreciate poetry or even write a bit of it on occasion, please share your favorite poems by other authors or yourself in the comment section (linking up to your own posts is very welcome). Lets share!
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops-at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Hope is the Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson
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