little boys and their joys.

I am the blessed mother of two fantastic (in my humble opinion) little boys, of 7 and 2. This comes, like most things  in life, with rewards and drawbacks. There are many days that the drawbacks seem to far outweigh the rewards, but as the majority of mothers out there will tell you, it's worth it. A toddler especially likes to test the limits of one's sanity, on an hourly basis usually.
I am reminded of these joyous rewards when I hold one of my precious boys and they smile back at me without hesitation. Pure happiness in a single facial expression and I am reassured of my place in the world. Those gorgeous blue eyes and bright little smiles make my heart swell with pure, unadulterated love.
So, I true to wrote a poem to embody this phenomenal depth of emotion. It fails, of course, to capture the depth of feeling I want to convey, but I simply couldn't ignore the urge to attempt it. I hope despite its shortcomings, you enjoy the sentiment behind the piece.

Ode to My Boys

This is my love,
Tangled up in your eyes.
Childish joy I see
Is your toothy smile.
Magnificent blue
Reflecting my joy.
Precocious little boy.

You drive me mad,
Straight up the wall.
No matter the crazy
Still, I love it all.
The tears and pain,
They make the joy sharp.
Laughter sounding like a harp.
-Constance

Quick!

I haven't a great deal of time to do this today. My eldest son is out of school this week so alone time is a bit more difficult to obtain at the moment. Because of this lack of time I will be leaping right into the poetry.
I chose this piece from some things I wrote a few weeks ago. I liked it best so, here it is on my blog. I hope you enjoy it and find a measure of peace in the lines or more importantly in the Great Comforter, The Holy Spirit, whichever name you choose to go with. He is there after all.

When doubt rolls
Deep in your soul.
A thick fog
Blocking all hope.
Faith holding on
By a thread.
Hope in your heart,
All but dead.
I Am here.

Like thunder
Rolling across the land.
Lightning flashing overhead.
Rain cleansing everything.
I'll hold you.
Offer cleansing comfort.
Awesome love.
Majestic hope.
I Am here.

Waiting.

I Am here.

Responsibility.

I am incredibly sick of people running around doing things for themselves, giving no thought to the consequences that may result from them. Then, when faced with consequences, choose to point fingers or pawn off their involvement! Grow up people! You are not the only person on the planet to be set upon by difficulties, strife, or woe of some sort. This does not excuse you from taking responsibility for any harm you may cause to those around you.
I am by no means saying that one cannot seek redemption and forgiveness, in fact, please do! I encourage everyone to apologize and strive to do better. I too, try to do this. I by no means always succeed in doing so, but I do try. We should all reach for improvement of our characters, shouldn't we?
So, this poem if for the selfish, who go about hurting others and taking no responsibility for it. Get it together or just leave others out of your messy, "me me me" life.

The air around you
Reeks of selfishness,
Thoughtlessness.
Look around you.
So many hurts,
Broken hearts,
Beating in broken eyes.

Reach inside yourself
Touch your own humanity,
Thoughtfulness.
Reach our and touch
Mend those souls.
Go where your sins go.

Responsibility,
Take some-
Have some-
Or leave us all alone.
-Constance

There I have done a little venting. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't maybe next time!

Progression!

So, I have returned! It has been entirely too long since I have been here.

I am returning now, and I am working on a whole new me! I'm trying to get in shape, getting out and doing things, and having fun doing it! I'm back writing poetry and it should only follow that I start sharing again.

In following with my self improvement I will attempt to be more consistent and post at minimum once a week. Starting today. Hooray!

So here it is! A new poem. It's fresh, never seen before, one week old, and without a title... I know, it is sad. I still struggle with that particular part of things. It is my most frustrating failing when writing. I think this one is appropriate for this post as well since it deals with complacency and shaking it off.

How long have I slept?
Belly full of complacency
Heart full of fear
Going nowhere...
If it isn't here.

The fire in my gut
Banked for the night.
Still not stoked up.
Where is the sunlight?

Look up!
See through wiser eyes!
Rip off the blinders!
Disbelieve your own lies!
-Constance

What do you think? Isn't it appropriate?

So sorry... here have some Shakespeare!

Yes, so I've not posted in a long while. As I said on my other blog... I've been naughty! I promise to give this more effort from now on. I will not be posting anything original today simply because I haven't anything that I feel would be appropriate. I have started writing again, but they are a bit acerbic and I don't want my first post to have some acid spitting poem full of vicious vitrol. I would like to give you all something nice to read to begin with, not to mention the fact that I can write something much more pleasant, or at least less hateful. I really must stop watching the news. Honestly, it only pisses me off!
Anyway, today I will be sharing with you one of my very favorites of Shakespeare's sonnets. The first time I read it kind of felt bad for the lady it was about, but the more I read it I realized that Shakespeare wasn't, in fact, insulting the lady, but saying in a very satirical manner that his lady was perfectly lovely, but not in the way that everyone else sees lovely. In other words, she was an unusual sort of beauty that he appreciated and that all of the cliche little descriptions and comparisons couldn't be applied to! I love it! So enjoy!

Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, why then black wires grow on her head;
I have seen roses damasked, red, and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight,
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks;
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
-William Shakespeare

For your children.

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.

To Fly. To Soar.

You are stalked by sin.

Danger wants to win.

Looking over your shoulder

Lurking things there in secrets and lies.

Light illuminating the strands that tie

Soul to body, body to earth.

I’ll be the shield against the temptation.

Be the danger that danger fears.

Reveal the secrets and lie's secrets.

Cut the strings that tie you down.

Free you from stony ground.

Watch your flight begin.

Watch you fly out to the sky.

Show the world your soul.

Illuminate the shadows with your smile.

Vanquish your enemies with light.

Become all that you were meant to.

Grow into the gifts given you.

Don’t just learn to fly so high.

I hope someday you soar.

-Constance

A little summer piece.

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.

Dreams flit by.
Daydreams spawned by time.
Silent pictures; mental mime.

Flowery blossoms wave.
Leafy branches bend and sway,
Dance in pleasure on a warm summer day.
-Constance