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And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~Sylvia Plath
When you are describing,
A shape, or sound, or tint;
Don't state the matter plainly,
But put it in a hint;
And learn to look at all things,
With a sort of mental squint.
~Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (Lewis Carroll)
The First Farewell
All weekend long you held me close, loved
me tight, and rocked me to sleep every night
after reading me just one more favorite bedtime
story. We played jacks and chased balls, watched
that funny man splashing around in the rain on the t.v.
while you sang along, and we laughed like Sunday would
never arrive. But, Sunday came, as it always does,
and you had to leave once more. All the joy, all
the laughter that we had shared fled, vanquished
by the sorrow and the fear that maybe, this time,
you would forget to come back, and I would be all
alone. As your old blue VW rumbled down the drive,
then turned into the street, I followed you flailing
my arms and waving my hands while tears bathed
my face. My arms and legs pumped harder than
they ever had, but three was too young to race a car.
As the vehicle carrying you away from me reached
the corner, nearly out of sight, I yelled as loud as I could,
“I love you, Mommy. Don’t forget to come back next week.”
Well, I have survived 29 days of the Poetic Asides 2009 Poetry Challenge. I have posted 29 poems, including the dreaded sestina.
A sestina, by the way, is a form poem consisting of 39 lines in 6 stanzas of 6 lines and a final stanza of 3 lines. 6 words are repeated as the last line of each of the 6 stanzas in varying order, and then 2 each in each line of the final tercet. Poetic Asides, obviously, has a good explanation and shows the repeat pattern as does Wikipedia.
Just so you know, it was a complete pain! Definately a stretch for someone who prefers free verse. Final day tomorrow - joy, joy! It has been a good experience for me; it forced me to write every day and to get over that feeling that I must wait for inspiration to strike.
Thank you to everyone for their support. It was, and is most appreciated!
Never Say Never
Never let life get you down,
don’t get caught up in endless
rounds of could-I should-I,
block your ears from hearing
that it’s not realistic, don’t believe
that dreams won’t come true,
Forget living in the so-called real world,
ignore those who state it will never
happen for you. Instead, remember
to dream large, fly high, design life
the way you want it to be. Just remember
to build a solid foundation to support
your dreams, and never say never.
Music
The absolute magic of extraordinary music
is always encapsulated inside or within
the creative arrangement of it notes
and words that allow it to touch the shadows
of the human heart. It can depress, or lighten
the spirit and mind, or capture a memory;
it can become a symbol, or a memorial
to those we have lost. Various musical
pieces recapture joy or hope; they enlighten
the mind feeding it vibrations to aid in
learning, or help to set a mood. Shades
of color may be attributed to the notes.
The color blue is probably the most notable
referencing a style made exceptionally memorable
by its innate capacity to reach into the shadowy
wasteland of our psyche and give birth, musically
speaking, to the deepest emotions found within.
Whether it’s wailing loudly, or whispering lightly,
it resonates with us. Sometimes, it’s like a lightning
strike stabbing the heart. You’d swear every word, every tone
was speaking directly to you, and was ripped from within
your secret heart, that unendingly painful well of memories
we keep inside a locked closet until the day a skilled musician
searches long enough, delves deep enough to unlock that shadowland
we hide away. Once the key is found and turned, the shades
of emotion escape through the door heading for the light
where they dance and twirl in tune with the syncopated music
while they reach outward with grasping fingers to catch the notes
that reverberate on the air. Almost corporeal, each memory
partners with a special song that strives to free the spirit within.
Some artists have a special capacity allowing them to reach inside
mankind, to become explorers charting that invisible land of shadows
that comprise our soul, or, what some call a universal genetic memory.
Whatever you may call it, music appeals to it, and shines a spotlight
into our lives, giving each of us a method by which to notate
special times, made even more special by the presence of music.
The music shaded in hues of blue reaches deep inside
the world and wraps its notes around our darkest shadows
shining its light upon mankind's communal memories.
Wishful Dreaming
Seduced by the warmth of the sunlight
shining through the window, the fat gray
cat is enticed to snooze upon the windowsill.
There he longingly dreams about partaking
of succulent dinners filled with glossy
blackbirds captured after a masterful hunt.
Enraptured by his reveries, the somnolent
feline fails to notice the arrival of the little
blackbird now perching outside his sleeping
quarters and peering wistfully inside, gazing
at the slumber-blanketed cat and yearning
for some of that soft gray fur to line her nest.
Different Worlds
Sometimes, I think that rather than miscommunication occurring
between the genders, it’s more a matter each speaking separate
languages, of living in different worlds. When he says, I’ll call
you sometime, he means about the same time as the twelfth of never;
yet she hears that he will call her in the next day or so, and when
he doesn’t, her anger grows exponentially with each passing day
her phone remains sullenly silent, and yet he can’t seem
to understand why she yells at him the next time they meet
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