I intended to post this here to begin with, but messed up. Still getting used to being back, and there are changes to WordPress since I’ve been away that are tripping me up a bit as well. Anyway, I went to reblog it and accidentally reblogged it to my blog too. LOL…so I’m posting it here too. I WILL get used to this again. :)
Shhh
Amid the silence
Soft whispers of wind
Soothe my restless soul
This was a poem I wrote last year, July 26 to be precise. I haven't written much new material for awhile...have been busy with other things and kind of have set all that writing on the shelf for a good while. But lately I've been reading through a lot of it again.
I'm posting this poem again not because there's any particular kind of drama going on at the moment in my life...just something I was talking about recently with a friend, and about taking the drama and finding comedy within it as much as possible.
I haven't been back here in so long I couldn't remember my password. I am as a result seriously behind on notifications, and I apologize if you have commented for no reply. Life has been busy, but there's much to be thankful for.
Since I've been here, I completed my massage therapy schooling. YAY! I took the National exam on Monday and passed that, so have sent off for my license, and am thankful about that.
I’d like to be a butterfly
Though swiftly their lives do go by
But while they live, they bring a smile
To all who see their carefree style
So beautiful they are, you know
While they do flutter to and fro
And every one does still awake
The child within, make no mistake
If only I could live that way
As if my last day was today
To simply be, until I’m not
To make the most of what I’ve got
Alas, I’m not a butterfly
And sometimes human tears I cry
I’m selfish sometimes, yes it’s true
When circumstances make me blue
But God has made me with a plan
Though I don’t always understand
So I’ll just smile and give a sigh
Whene’er I see a butterfly
I haven't been here in almost a month. My, how time flies. I've been going through a bit of a 'slump', personally, and just mostly trying to get through that. Thanks to those of you who have stuck with me.
School's going pretty well...my grades have slacked off just a bit lately. Nothing serious, but I'm sure it has to do with that slump because I have been having a lot of difficulty concentrating, and have been fighting off discouragement.
That's right...NO blues on this absolutely gorgeous day. :) I haven't even opened my blog in several days...maybe a week or so. Have been busy with school and various things. Grace turned 11 this weekend and we celebrated that with much joy and fun and laughter. But as a result of the weekend's celebration and church, I'm playing catchup today with homework and studies...exam tonight in A & P.
I wish I had a bowl of soup
Alas, but I do not.
But if I had a bowl of soup
I’d like it nice and hot
~~~
But not too hot, just warm enough
To soothe my throat so sore
And if the soup was good enough
I might just ask for more
~~~
But since I have no bowl of soup
I’ll make a cup of tea
The herbal kind with lemon
And delightful, sweet honey
~~~
I hope you like this little poem
Though it’s not some great verse
Remember, while it’s not the best
I’ve penned, by far, much worse.
;)
I have this deep seeded need to understand things. I'm always saying those words, "I don't understand." And they're usually followed by the words, "but I trust God." That third word in the title of this...the one in the middle, I guess I'm realizing that I haven't quite reached. I have to a degree, but if I'm still consistently saying those words..."I don't understand"...I think it indicates a lack of…
There is a hurt that lingers
So deep within my soul
It’s like I’m holding on to it
Without it…don’t feel whole
~~~
I know I’ve been forgiven
For wrongs that I have done
And those done me by others
I’ve forgiven every one
~~~
So now I’m letting go today
Of sorrow that I feel
Unnecessary sorrow
So these wounds may fin’lly heal
~~~
Please help me not to look at them…
To leave them all alone
Except just for recalling them
As if a stepping stone
~~~
I pray the smile upon my face
Be genuine and real
Not just disguising pain and hurt
That deep inside I feel
~~~
I am not ruled by feelings
Though feel them, I will do
While resting in your mercy and
Your love so deep and true.
I tend to be an analytical sort of person. Always have been. I see someone act a certain way and my mind just goes to trying to figure out the reasons why. I do think there is wicked, and there is good. But for the most part, I think all of us have a little of both within us. Some just choose, for whatever reason, to accentuate one of them more than the other.
It’s 5 in the morning, and Marley the cat
Is screaming he’s hungry, that’s why he’s so fat
I stumble around him, on way to the loo
It’s always the first stop…admit it’s yours too!
~~~
Then head to the kitchen, and put on a pot
Of freshly brewed coffee, all steamy and hot
I tell dear old Marley, you’ll just have to wait
Can’t get our dear Gracie to meet the bus late
~~~
And as I am dressing, I’m racking my brain
In hopes that the mem’ry of dreams will remain
But rarely, if ever do I have such luck
They’re buried quite quickly in this brain of muck
~~~
I’m dressed and I’m ready, we’re out the front door
And happily head to the bus stop once more
We’re smiling and laughing and singing a song
Then here comes the bus ’round the corner ‘fore long
~~~
I wave my goodbyes and head back homeward bound
And there Marley sits, making nary a sound
I give him his breakfast, and maybe a treat
And now he can stay out from under my feet
~~~
I’m at the computer, with coffee in hand
To see what has happened in old Facebook land
Maybe I’ll blog a dear poem for you
If I can come up with a good one or two
~~~
Now off to my studies, and laundry perhaps
With thoughts sometimes swirling, like they’re running laps
But trying to focus, and doing my best
The time to relax will be after the test
~~~
When afternoon comes, Gen’ral Hospital’s on
It’s my guilty pleasure, I’ve watched it so long
And 2:30 comes and I head down the walk
To pick up dear Grace, and we have a nice talk
~~~
I ask her what kind of a day that she had
And what kind of homework, “well that’s not too bad!”
I get her a snack and we visit a bit
And then to the shower, if I haven’t yet
~~~
It’s time to get ready to head to my class
I want to do well, and not merely to pass
The classes are fun, almost all of the time
I’m glad to be learning, and I feel sublime
~~~
And now class is over, I load up my stuff
The day’s almost over, it’s not been too rough
I spend just awhile winding down this old mind
Then out of my scrubs, my dear bed looks so kind
~~~
As I lay my head on the pillow again
I lift up a prayer, and then say “Amen.”
But not that it’s all of the praying I’ve done
Throughout all the day I have talked to the One
~~~
Who blesses me daily, or may dry my tears
Reminds me He’s with me, and calms all my fears
And I close my eyes and before we both know
Another day’s over, to dreamland I go.
Here's a new abstract for you to come up with names for...finally!! :)
Here's the picture I used to create this one. It's a photo from 1985 of my kids, taken in my parents' backyard...Jen and Tommy and poor Traci. LOL
I'm setting a deadline of Wed., Oct. 10 for your names. I know I haven't been good about getting to these on the deadlines lately, and am sorry about that.
It's been several weeks since I have done these. My apologies for the delay. For the last Poetry Challenge, if you remember I had changed things up and decided to just make it for fun, so there is no longer a true competition...just an offer of a prompt for poetry without the competing. As it turned out, there was only one submission from Maggie.
Skin, bones and muscle
And blood running through my veins
But I’m more than that
I dream of things beyond my reach
Though on them I try not to dwell
I’m thankful for the blessings each
But my heart’s not an empty shell
~~~
I long for love to hold me tight
To laugh and cry along with me
To comfort me throughout the night
I fear it’s never meant to be
~~~
I’m thankful, though, as said above
And try to dwell on that instead
For in my heart, I have known love
And each new day, I do not dread
~~~
There is a hope that lives within
And every day, I still can smile
That hope it keeps me moving on
In happy times, and every trial
~~~
But even so, it must be said
The dreams, I still will hold on to
Long as I’m living, and not dead
I still believe in them, do you?
