I've been so busy lately I haven' written much. Which is no excuse for the mangled little thing I came up with today. (I recommend reading Robert Burns' classic instead of the following)
My love is like a dandelion
it grows most anywhere
it scatters fluffy, puffy seeds
that dance upon the air
those fluffy, puffy seeds reach far
those cotton seeds reach wide
those cotton seeds have grown like weeds
upon my heart's hillside
don't try to pull them out my dear
that taproot grows down deep
those bitter leaves have stretched out wide
to catch the tears you weep
my love is common place my dear
your love is just like mine
our love shall last a good long bit
and grow a long long time.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Emily Dickinson
I don't much like Emily Dickenson (have you ever made it through the whole "Song of Myself"?). But I came across this one and since it has been rainy lately I thought it worthwhile to share
XXXVII
THE WIND begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low,—
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees 5
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow; 10
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain, 15
And then, as if the hands
That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father’s house,
Just quartering a tree. 20
This week's rainstorm (or was it last week?) sounded to me like a truck engine with a sticky lifter. It went through all the gears in about 10 min and then slowed to nice purring idle. I normally like the sound of the rain but having the ghost of a "78 ford ranger chugging outside my bedroom window? Less than poetic.
XXXVII
THE WIND begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low,—
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees 5
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow; 10
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain, 15
And then, as if the hands
That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father’s house,
Just quartering a tree. 20
This week's rainstorm (or was it last week?) sounded to me like a truck engine with a sticky lifter. It went through all the gears in about 10 min and then slowed to nice purring idle. I normally like the sound of the rain but having the ghost of a "78 ford ranger chugging outside my bedroom window? Less than poetic.
Monday, October 1, 2007
"One Step Backward Taken" by Robert Frost
Not only sands and gravels
Were once more on their travels,
But gulping muddy gallons
Great boulders off their balance
Bumped heads together dully
And started down the gully.
Whole capes caked off in slices.
I felt my standpoint shaken
In the universal crisis.
But with one step backward taken
I saved myself from going.
A world torn loose went by me.
Then the rain stopped and the blowing
And the sun came out to dry me.
- Robert Frost
I don't know where to start! This is such an amazing poem I can almost see the mudslide and feel his sigh of relief. What a picture of life choices. I think that this poem should always be read alongside his more famous "The road not taken". I feel like I am on the brink of some sort of change right now but I don't think I will have a choice as to which path to take. I feel as if something is going to happen that I can either embrace and rush into headlong or take one simple step back to avoid the chaos. It is frustrating because I can't see what's up ahead but I can know that God will answer my prayers to be stretched and challenged since He has promised to
Were once more on their travels,
But gulping muddy gallons
Great boulders off their balance
Bumped heads together dully
And started down the gully.
Whole capes caked off in slices.
I felt my standpoint shaken
In the universal crisis.
But with one step backward taken
I saved myself from going.
A world torn loose went by me.
Then the rain stopped and the blowing
And the sun came out to dry me.
- Robert Frost
I don't know where to start! This is such an amazing poem I can almost see the mudslide and feel his sigh of relief. What a picture of life choices. I think that this poem should always be read alongside his more famous "The road not taken". I feel like I am on the brink of some sort of change right now but I don't think I will have a choice as to which path to take. I feel as if something is going to happen that I can either embrace and rush into headlong or take one simple step back to avoid the chaos. It is frustrating because I can't see what's up ahead but I can know that God will answer my prayers to be stretched and challenged since He has promised to
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