I have decided to take a leap and a chance to post one of my own poems. Now, it is not very good; it is still the rough draft. But at least I’m trying. 🙂
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When the clouds mourn, raindrops fall
Onto the wings of a forsaken bird
The abandoned pines softly fade away as the seasons leave them behind
But the music that came from the tambourines flows through the air
Like how water flows down the stream
When the sun rises
It bleeds the colors of a new transformation
Like gold and orange and yellow
It all blends together
Like a new song with a new voice
I can see the remainder of dew drops on leaves
The flower petals reach up to the sky
A new day has begun
Here are some quotes that I absolutely love. They get me through the day when it gets a bit rocky. I hope they do the same for you.
“Writing a poem is discovering.” -Robert Frost
“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.” -Anais Nin
“However great a man’s natural talent may be, the act of writing cannot be learned all at once.” -Jean-Jacques Rousseau
“True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those who move easiest have learned to dance.” -Alexander Pope
“Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.” -William Shakespeare
“A #2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere.” -Joyce A. Myers
“Believe you can and you’re halfway there. ” -Theodore Roosevelt”Change your thoughts and you change your world.” -Norman Vincent Peale
“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
“But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.” -William Shakespeare
“Once you find the rope, grab hold and hang on.” -Anonymous
“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.” -Lou Holtz
Well, to start, a bird doesn’t even chirp a single note without it meaning something. Every song has a story, and every story has a life behind it.
Now, by saying that, I think that hidden story behind every door is like one of those sunlight rays that peek out from behind those thick clouds that never seem to move. That door isn’t a barrier. It’s an opening.
“You are the author of your own life story.” Live it well.
Who knew that poetry can have such impact on your day? Who knew that when you read a certain poem, you are there, in the words, witnessing the unfolding of a masterpiece – right before your eyes.
I’m not sure about you guys…but for me, this poem just brightened my day. (I’d better add it to the list…) 🙂
The Cities Inside Us
By Alberto Rios
“We live in secret cities
And we travel unmapped roads.
We speak words between us that we recognize
But which cannot be looked up.
They are our words.
They come from very far inside our mouths.
You and I, we are the secret citizens of the city
Inside us, and inside us
There go all the cars we have driven
And seen, there are all the people
We know and have known, there
Are all the places that are
But which used to be as well. This is where
They went. They did not disappear.
We each take a piece
Through the eye and through the ear.
It’s loud inside us, in here, and when we speak
In the outside world
We have to hope that some of that sound
Does not come out, that an arm
Does not reach out
In place of the tongue.”
So what do you think? I think we are all in one big place, but in that place are a bunch of many little places. All of these “little places” are each of us. But when we all come together, it is like we are one big city – we are porductive, creative, and we grow stronger every day. We represent something greater. I’m not quite sure what that something is, but I know it is there.
But hey, I’m just rambling. But some of the best ramblers come up with the best ideas. 🙂
I remembered that poems always have a deeper meaning than what is portrayed on the surface. No meaning is ever the same; one may be similar, but never the same. I like to read poems aloud, and if I smile, cry, laugh, or frown, these emotions came from across on the page. The written word means so much, yet we speak of it so little.
My all-time favorite poem:
A Boat Beneath a Sunny Sky
A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July —
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear —
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream —
Lingering in the golden gleam —
Life, what is it but a dream?
You know, who knows whether or not this poem was really meant to be read as a real-life version of a fairy-tale. But I think that dreaming of our own Wonderland takes no meaning. We have to create our world and mold it to shape our hearts; and if that doesn’t quite work, then it is time to read another poem.
I have a question for you:
What is your favorite fruit?
(By the way, did you know that watermelon is not considered a fruit…it is under the category of a melon!)
I am so curious!
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