Walking Slowly Forward
I don’t know why I can’t do things I enjoy. They have to have a purpose (like putting things away–I enjoy that AND it achieves something necessary). Not just BE the purpose.
Tag: Poetry
Reading Poetry, because
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be. ~Rumi It just seems to fit right now. It is a poetry time of year. XXXV PROUD of my broken heart since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I …
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Two dangers constantly threaten the world: order and disorder. Paul Valery
Everything in its Place I want a clean and orderly place to sit and think, or make a thing. I want an unstained and fur free couch to watch The Doctor or turn a page. I want an unmuddled and chaos free desk to sit and write or play …
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Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. ~Toni Morrison
Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. -Toni Morrison, Beloved Emily’s Valkyrie Hey my girl, My moppet, my colt, my brilliant amazing daughter I need you …
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It was a dark and stormy nightmare ~ Neil Gaiman
Teeth I have to wake up My own voice is talking to the me in the mirror WAKE UP, as I stare at bloody teeth, falling away streaming barely held screams from a rotting mouth. This isn’t real but I feel hands on my face Turn and feel something holding …
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends. William Butler Yeats
What I Always Mean to Say Your way of catching light ending the day or dew on yellow petals takes my breath away. Your steady hand with bees, incomprehensible alien creatures nurtured into sharing their sweetness is astonishing. Your fierce motherhood is both the far away whistle and the train …
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When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~Kahlil Gibran
Of course I don’t Of course I don’t wonder what she would have been like now just entering kindergarten. Blonde hair or darker? Tall or would she have been a little short lady. Of course I don’t consider if he would have been bookish like we are or muddy and …
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Protected: Politics have no relation to morals. Niccolo Machiavelli
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Silence is a source of great strength. Lao Tzu
It isn’t You. I want to be left alone. No sound but my own breath, No touch but my own hands holding the sides of my vibrating head. I don’t want to speak, to reassure or sympathize or solve. I don’t want to move to fold, sweep or rearrange. I …
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A seriously sad cinquain (or two)
I generally don’t go for many forms of poetry other than the haiku. I was forced to write Sonnets way back, and a sestina oh and and an ode…that list could go on and on. And I found out it made me angry. I love READING those things, reading nearly …
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If you are lonely when you’re alone, you are in bad company. Jean-Paul Sartre
Night Sounds The entire house sighs. The day has ended for child, cats, husband is ending for me. But I hold on for a few minutes of no dishes clattering, no dryer bleating the call to hang up shirts no rattle of papers to read, initial here, agree to volunteer …
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Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of overcoming it.~Helen Keller
It. being 8  It started before 8 and after 8 a.m and after 8 pm  and it went all day and it crushed my wings and broke my bones.  It kept me from sleep and sent me to bed unable to stand.  It left me outside …
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Kiss me in the anodyne ~Psychedelic Furs
Her  Anarchy jacket, Fierce rooster hair sharp features and sharper gestures cutting the air and stopping to stare I met you and I think fell in a kind of love.  I learned about running around corners fast so we couldn’t be caught, airplanes taking off of streets at …
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There’s not a boring page in my life story ~Aqua
 Dancing a Circle  Twilight is walking the cemetery with me on my heels as I try to stave off the rest my friends have taken.  Behind the well mannered trees where no one can see I dance, earphones playing songs I don’t admit and laugh.  I …
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Bean’s first Real Poem
Bean wrote a poem. She loves Nox Arcana (hmmm don’t ask me where she gets that) And this is the song that made her want to write Here’s the poem: Little ballerina dance your empty dance For you are a mere doll Your soul is captivated in a trance Words …
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I’d choose the thing that’s beautiful more than the one that’s true. ~Laurie Anderson
What is it that makes us grow up. What if we never do. What if we like the same things we liked and what if we don’t? What if we wish we could do it all over and what if we don’t? Why would we spend the late late night …
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Bloggers Silent Poetry Reading
WHAT: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2009 WHERE: Your blog http://branchesup.blogspot.com/2009/01/invitation-to-fourth-annual-brigid-in.html WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Brigid, aka Groundhog Day HOW: Select a poem you like – by a favorite poet or one of your own – to post February 2nd. Feel free to pass …
