A Poet's Sentimentality

I just read this great post about the art of poetry & how it's universal & yet it's such a hard sell. She finishes by encouraging her readers to, once again, take an interest in poetry.

For example, she says: "It's written by everyone from housewives to psychos. From teenage girls, writing hopelessly bad prose in pink diaries with glitter pens, to Shakespeare adding to the foundations of western literature, on lumpy hand-pressed paper, with quills and ink. It's written on the backs of envelopes, on receipts and other odd bits of floating paper, in journals and on refrigerators with magnets. Almost everyone you meet will confess that, at least at one point in their life, they messed around with a few lines.

But for all it's universal appeal, poetry is the hardest of hard sells. It is everywhere, and yet, there is no market for it. What was once the superior form of expression, is now relegated to the freebie box."

I think she argues her point eloquently.

Friend/Sister Anguish

Friend - off the path of life you have run,
Into the darkness, away from the sun.
Sister - why do you choose the deadly way,
& not in the brotherhood stay?
Pain & Anguish you do bring,
To those who love you, a painful sting.
A sting strait to the heart,
More painful, more searing than a dart.
Anguish to your family all around,
An anguish that knows no bounds.
Over your loss we do mourn,
Turn around & your path do scorn.
Over your course we do weep,
Walk on the path of light & benefits reap.

This poem is about the deep sorrow of
seeing a friend pursue a wayward course.

Watch

Watch the Eagle
As it soars & glides through the sky.
Watch the hummingbird,
Wings beating furiously, watch it fly.
Watch the serpent
As it slithers & slides along the ground.
Watch the wildcat
As it strikes without a sound.
Look at the dolphin glide & swim.
Look at the giraffe tall & slim.
Watch the horses prance.
Watch the whales sing & dance.

Desert Sunset

The desert looks so desolate
The ground so plain & bare,
But as we take our time
We find an amazing beauty there.
A beauty so extraordinary,
I'm sure you will agree,
Is the beauty of a sunset
Plain for all to see!
The beauty of the sky
In fire, fuschia, & gold.
Colors so bright & beautiful
Colors so bold!
Beauty that inspires artists
Be it Summer, Spring, Winter, or Fall.
Beauty made for us to enjoy by Jehovah our God,
The Greatest Artist of All!

Sunny Day

The longings of my soul
Have taken their toll.
The wishes of my heart,
Though it may be far apart,
Is that of reaching a lifelong goal.

To reach that sunny day,
& thru the meadows play.
Happy we will be,
Our days care-free,
When we reach that sunny day.

Moving

This was written in retrospective reflection
of our frustrating experience in moving to
NM. (Har!)

Boxes, boxes, everywhere.
I'm moving tomorrow & I'm tearing out my hair.
Boxes & boxes stacked so high
It really makes me want to cry!
Some will be in storage, some inside the house.
Some objects will dart out of site, just like a mouse!
Where did I loose these objects, where did I loose them, please?
So many things I'll never find. Thank goodness, I still have my keys!

My Sister

A companion who's always there,
Day by day,
Showing loving care,
In every way.
A friend through times good & bad,
Always there to comfort me,
When I'm sad.
The closest one,
Who's there 'til the end,
My Sister, My Best Friend.