A potent truth

A potent truth

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

I didn't disappear. Honest!

I didn't disappear. Honest! I've just been truly lazy about this blog. I've not even slacked off of writing. I have written quite a number of poems of late. It seems the laziness only extends to posting on here. Oh well, here I am, ready to post away. That is, if this ice storm doesn't deprive me of power.
This particular piece I am rather proud of. I know that the human soul is a much pondered upon subject throughout the history of man. Philosophers, musicians, writers, and scientist through the ages have tried to describe, define, classify, understand that intangible force within us all. The very spirit of a person.
I, myself, have spent a great deal of time pondering upon the human soul, the spirit within us. This is merely one of many compositions I have written on the subject. I hope you enjoy it and it doesn't come across too cliche.

Glorious! Terrible!
The soul within
Light with emotion.
Imbued with sentiment.
Glorious!
Terrible!

Love, hope, joy, affection.
Hate, despair, sadness, disdain.
A delicate paradox.
Glorious!
Terrible!

Coruscant, intangible thing
Within us all
How blessed a gift.
How simultaneous a curse.
-Constance

There you have it! Enjoy! Or not... that is up to you! Have a lovely day!

Thursday, January 9, 2014

First post of 2014, FINALLY!

So, this is much later than I had anticipated posting. My new year so far has been, trying. My eldest son finally got to go back to school today though. I was beginning to think that between the abysmal weather and on again off again water issues throughout the county he would never return. He was beginning to believe it too, and was none too pleased about it. Hopefully there will be no more arctic weather invading and things can return to some modicum of normalcy.
Last weekend I spent Saturday evening with my lovely sister-in-law, April, celebrating her birthday and watching Sherlock, again. (We have watched it too much I think.) I also asked her to choose for me between two poems I wrote a couple of months ago. The following is the one she chose.
It is a perfectly self explanatory piece, so I won't waste time going on about the foibles of man and blindness of the powerful. I hope you enjoy it!

It, I believe,
Is the nature
Of man
To destroy,
To create,
To govern,
To revolt,
To love,
To hate.

However, I see,
Not conflict,
But creative chaos.
A connected purpose.
Merely working
In opposing cycles.
Impeding the other
In their perceived goals,
Convinced of their own sainthood.
Never listening to
The quiet hurt
Of the ones they claim
To champion.

Look, listen,
Then-
Speak.

-Constance

There you go! Happy belated New Year! May it be blessed and joyful.