What wouldn't we do for our children? I know that I would do a whole lot for my little one and I know many other parents who feel the same. I've been trying to figure out where to go with the first stanza of this poem for over a month. I knew where I wanted it to go, but I couldn't find the words. I mean this is about protecting your child as much as possible and at the same time letting them go when you must and hoping they will be all that they were meant to and learn to live up to all of their potential. I suppose there are other angles you could take on this, but I wrote it as a mother to her child. Feel free to take it how you see it though. It never says anything specific about mother or child. I do hope that you enjoy it though.
I was feeling the summertime niceness today, before I started sweating and Louis stopped playing, and I wrote a nice positive summer poem. I don't usually extol the virtues of summer because I generally don't care for it. It is hot and sticky and I'd rather it be spring or fall. Still I was appreciating it this morning and I appreciate the fabulousness that is night in the summer too. No blazing sun to cook your insides and fry your skin off. Anyway, this one is fairly simple and I am rather fond of it. I hope you enjoy it as well.
Sanguine Summer
Heavy, warm air Shifting lazily through trees, Propelled by a fragrant summer breeze.
So most of you know that music is a huge thing for me. It is practically and extension of my soul. Last night while sitting here I had my itunes set on random so that I was getting a wildly varied selection of music while I did my thing and talked to Jacob for a little while. Now, it is inevitable that if I sit and actually listen to the music I will be inspired to write something myself. It just so happens that Tom Waits was my muse last night. lol! There's an image for you. He has a song called "Soldier's Things" that I love. I started looking around at my soldier's things and decided to write. My poem doesn't really flow in the same vein as Tom Wait's song, but the general idea came from him and I got to thinking about how these things are a small outward projection of the man within. The things that make him who he is. The framed pictures, certificates, and awards hanging on the wall that he is so proud of. The dress uniform hanging on the closet door with all of the ribbons and the medals and stripes, all of this reflects a part of the whole that is Jacob. So here it is. Let me know what you think! This is a video somebody made to go with the song that is actually pretty good if you want to hear the song.
Matter of the Man
Certificates and awards Hanging on his walls. Medals and ribbons Pinned on his chest. Rifles and ammo In his safe. Photos of men His men; a brotherhood. Honor and courage In his soul. Duty and responsibility Dwellers of his heart. A paragon and a citadel This is who he is. A man and a soldier That is what he is. These are his A soldier's things. -Constance
Sorry it has been so long since I posted. I have been sorely lacking in any artistic motivation and thus lacking in motivation to post anything here. I am back! I have a brand new playlist over there that is extremely long (101 songs) and it is on shuffle so hopefully you will hear something different every time you visit my blog. There is quite a collection of music over there, if I do say so myself. I am rather erratic in my musical selections so, you never know what you are gonna get! Ha! I'm like a box of chocolates! I tried not to put anything too loud or grating since a lot of people don't really appreciate my love for loud aggressive music. I hope you all appreciate that! Now on to the poem of the day. I wrote this over a month ago and I have no recollection of what was going through my head at the time or what inspired this really. I knew I should have made a note somewhere on that page, but I didn't and its too late now. I liked it when I read back over it and since that is fairly odd for me I figured this would be the lucky candidate for today's post! I hope all of you enjoy it as well! Oh and no, it doesn't have a title. The evil title blocker in my brain strikes again!!!
Never think Of all of the times Love turned us sour.
Think instead Of our completion. Love's finest hour.
Walking through rain Till sun shines again. Our names an amen.
The elements claim. Let heaven and hell reign. Nothing touches here. -Constance
So, it has been a while. I have been writing still, I just haven't written anything that I felt was worth sharing. I am posting this particular poem because I felt I had finally written something worth posting. Sorry for taking so long to come up with something. I know you may have enjoyed some of the other stuff I have written, but I am rather critical of my own work so I don't put up a lot of my stuff.
I came up with the first lines of this poem after I caught a random line in a song that said "cold walk of freedom." I stopped reading my book and immediately wondered what in the world a cold walk of freedom would be. Of course, this set off a spark that had to go somewhere and this is it. I am not sure that everyone will understand what I am saying, but I am fairly confident that it is something most people can relate to. The allure of freedom from the ties of home and family, of lack of responsibility and commitment, but I am certain it would be a lonely sort of freedom and hardly worth it. I have had a small taste of this at one point and I didn't like it then and am sure I wouldn't like it now. Like I said I am not sure if everyone will relate to this, but I think maybe they can at least in a vague way.
