Fallen

“The secret is in the line.” ~Charles Bukowski
 

rapid voices speak to me

not taking the time to introduce who they are

may it be my poetic voice

or of poet’s past

words from pages

or alone from conversation overheard

spilt out and reaching my language

as different each time

wishing to record them all

writing faster or longer isn’t enough

simply they have fallen

deep into thoughts - they are fighting

to own a unique voice

inclined to stain the paper

as ink splotches under artistic direction

Why find surprises?

amongst such yearning

lovingly please share unafraid

instead of battling fear

confidence of consequence

forever making me smile

missing words until filled in

bringing space to the void

adding brilliance to lines

enjoying how it feels

when words enter then exit

caressing dreams from fingertips

especially driven until discovering a stopping point

from what is being told

creativity creeps like being so special

 can be heard in music

like lyrics from Radiohead

or another musical artist

not to be favored unless one relates

because infinitely these words

are meant to be deliciously revisited

felt around inner souls

speaking what is delicately heard

within the midst of fog

a driving force in poetic language

written grasping words from the wind

spoken to who are listening

begging innocently

place me with value

to be seen, read and heard

repeated over again shaken

so carefully stirred

mixing introductory wisdom

in philosophical corners from pieces of truth

coming from all directions

pasted so reverently

as a poem happened. 

©JAC

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Written exclusively for the Week 81 prompt at dverse Poet’s Pub. Join in the fun & add your own to the list!

Tuesday Poetry

Aurora

At first blush

Waiting for daybreak

Time before the alarm

Near morning

Can you see me as clearly

Rather waking up

Being swept away

Sort of a fog

From the other wee hours

Like being partially awake

In early bright

When the moment comes

Starting to realize

The sun is shining

Keeping its light on me

To warm the crawling cold

At the face of sunrise

Please pull me closer

Raising my temperature gently

So I can drift into afternoon

From morning.

©JAC

 

Thanks for reading today and letting me share once more at dverse.  I realize it has been a while for me to share anything there, or almost anywhere, but I hope to keep sharing again.  I appreciate the shared poems from dverse poets because their words help me get through my 'moments.' Please be sure to check out these other great poets & read poetry every day!

As I wrote this poem today, I feel that is has a restless quality about it. I thought of how helping someone to heal was as important as remembering how comfort feels when it is needed. Photographs feel that way when I look at them sometimes....comforting. As always, I love to hear your thoughts.

Heartfelt Humanity

 “Our life is but a sleep and a forgetting:

The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star…”

~William Wordsworth 1770-1850 From #536: Ode

Heartfelt Humanity

 

Through our memories

we live in each other’s hearts

our bodies are cold at death

what’s inside us is beautiful

and helps us to live

we are enough to BE.

 

Do the best with what we know

and what we are given in this life

we are treasures-

more than we know.

 

Our souls heal

touch

love

if separated

these simple impressions

may not be felt anymore.

We seek to speak-

heart to heart

a presence is left

within memory.

 

Being kind is always an option.

reaching out to others

to lift them from despair

is an amazing occasion.

 

Be sincere-

find light and share it on a whim

Just because-

no reason necessary

give because you did not

and you want to.

 

Life is a miracle

gently wake

pursue happiness

each day

fight for peace

that is worth

what kindness brings.

 

Live in the middle

of the song

be the harmony

finding beauty in the breathtaking

moment

because you are breathing

you are what

you were meant to be-

human.

***

©JAC

Originally written: 05/11/12

Rewritten: 01/12/13

 

2012: In loving memory of:

David Gerold Christiansen: http://www.legacy.com/guestbooks/deseretnews/guestbook.aspx?n=david-christiansen&pid=157104831&cid=full

Peggy Lee Valadez: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/sanantonio/obituary.aspx?n=peggy-lee-valadez&pid=157527369&fhid=8901#fbLoggedOut

Grandma Rae Marvilla Anderson Christensen: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/saltlaketribune/obituary.aspx?pid=158268416#fbLoggedOut

Prayer for Newton: http://www.livingstondaily.com/article/20121218/NEWS01/121218001/PHOTOS-Newtown-school-shooting-funerals-memorials

Famous people of 2012: http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424127887324907204578187570560269406.html#slide/1

-Forever embedded into my heart because of what you brought into this world and shared with me. RIP.

I’ve needed to write this for some time and I can’t seem to write anymore for this blog until I get this posted.  I know this poem is not perfect but please understand that it is written in earnest.

A Revival of Sorts and a #poem for Winter

Noticeably, I have taken quite an extensive siesta of sorts from blogging and I honestly hadn’t meant for it to be this long of a break.  In the meantime, I have continued to write poetry on Twitter and in my notebooks.  I have been attending school for design which takes a lot of my creative power to get through the academic writing and tasks that lay ahead for me there.  I have been volunteering at my daughter’s school as the Secretary in the PTSO which has been an enriching experience.  I have been working part time at a couple of locations and have continued a bit of freelance creative work on the side.  I am still a mother of growing children whom have lives and schedules of their own. A day doesn’t go by for me that I don’t create with words, pictures or art.  I enjoy being busy and I know in 2013 I will continue on with my adventures.  I plan to learn more about myself and apply that knowledge into my life which what I’d like to share on this blog. 

Basically, my blog has evolved into a poetry blog and I may mix it up once in a while. For the most part, I love poetry very much and I seem to return to it a lot in my writing.  All types of writing interest me and so I may experiment here from time to time.  I also like to personable and share my thoughts from either visuals or ideas I see around me.  I will also be including a few of my creative or art projects and designs as well.

If you are still following me then I appreciate that you hoped I would return.  I hope that you will continue to read and comment on my posts.  If not, I understand why you didn’t and I hope that you will might discover my return and feel free to follow me once more.  I may not be here often but I will do my best to have some consistency so that I would not deserve your interest.  I know I have many friendships to renew or establish as I look forward to blogging again.    

Now, for your reading pleasure I came across an idea that I had for a poem in 2006.  It was based upon a question that I answered for a writing group about my favorite season and why.  Loosely, it explains my amazement that I chose to write about winter because for the last 14 years I’ve been living here in South Texas.  So, I must admit I’ve grown accustomed to a warm and not very long winter in comparison to other places around the world where winter is long and cold.  Based upon my childhood memories of colder winters and my love of being able to keep warm from being cold, I present to you a winter poem.

 A Moment of Winter

Briefly

At winter’s gate

Ice forms then blankets all.

 

Cold slips throughout

My fingertips

Multiplying until my whole body feels numb.

 

Before becoming too frozen

Warmth must be found

Easing the hardship

Of feeling cold from the beginning.

 

Some of the brightest memories

From my childhood

Express itself from winter’s creeping form.

 

Found in a cup of delightful warmth

Bundle me up in cozy comfort

As I sip encountering a satisfying taste

That releases the chill

Bringing me home.

 

©JAC

Originally written: 10/26/2006

Rewritten: 01/01/2013