And so it begins...

Here I am, at the urging of my sister-in-law, starting a blog. I have never done regular blogging before, so this will be an entirely new experience for me. My plan for this blog is to share some of my favorite poems as well as share some of my original poetry. I may also from time to time just go off on a rant or something like that. As for my poetry, it is nothing particularly deep or wonderful. My poems have no real form or particular style I just write it as it comes. I would like to hear what others think of my compositions though. I have never shared it with very many people so I am a bit anxious to see what others think of it. For my first blog entry I will give you both an original piece by me and one of my favorites! I hope everyone enjoys them.

Soul deep night- dark, sparkling.
Obsidian silk- wrapping the senses.
Wintry bluster coming fast
Getting closer , almost upon us.

Into the sky my gaze flies
And wondering at the fathomless miles.

Who can count them?
The miles to the stars,
The lightyears to the end of the universe,
The depths of the heart?

Into myself my consiouness roams
And I wonder at the depth of my soul.

The myriad of emotions,
The kaleidescope dreams,
The hope of a growing future,
The puzzling over of things.

My self echoes with my soul's song,
Hoping to hear another sing along.
-Constance


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas

Well, ther you go! I have completed my first blog entry! Let me know what you think!