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Tuesday, February 8, 2005

Chaos and Poetry

I actually wrote today. It has been a long time. I did not actually write anything complete, but it has been so long since I wrote creatively, it was nice to sit and just let it flow.

Chaos seems to bring out the muse in me. I rarely write when life is going well. I guess a tortued soul is a creative soul. Anyway, I thought I would preserve these pathetic bits of verse and maybe make something out of it at some point. It is good for me, even though I laugh at myself for even thinking I have any talent at it.

I got a big head after I had some stuff published years ago. *laugh* I read poetry frequently- and I am not that good at it. Defintely no Keats or Browning....

Softly goes my heart
to experience another day
to learn another lesson
to give my love away

Love is sacred
so is the heart
Mind is shaken
not ready for a new start

Softly goes my mind
into oblivion deep
unable to cope with the
many secrets it keeps

Mind over matter is what is said
Heart rules mind
Now it is....

Where is my hope
Where is my heart
Where is my faith
How do I start?

Poetry of the Heart
Poetry of the Sky
Poetry of Love
In a child's eyes

This is tripe
Pure intellectual crap!
How can I write
Such provincial sap....

The sky is bright blue
with clouds drifting by
The grass is deep green
as I watch a floating butterfly

Love is a dream
A game that is played
how do I know this is true?
Why does the heart feel this way....

What is life?
What is death?
What is left?
Why do I feel bereft?

A breeze
A bird on freedom's wings
A puppy basking in the sun
A child's face while on the run

Alert & Watching

Sounds through the sundrenched air
A fly
An Ant
A wisp of air
A palm waving in the breeze
A rock glinting with quiet splendor
A bird calling for home

Told you they were just snippets.....

Ah well.... maybe next time....

Some people think it's holding on that makes one strong; sometimes it's letting go.
-Sylvia Robinson