April Is Poetry Month

April 13, 2018

Poem by Emily Dickinson

God made a little gentian;
It tried to be a rose
And failed, and all the summer laughed.
But just before the snows
There came a purple creature
That ravished all the hill;
And summer hid her forehead,
And mockery was still.
The frosts were her condition;
The Tyrian would not come
Until the North evoked it.
“Creator! Shall I bloom?”
 

April 12, 2018

Poem by Galway Kinnell

SAINT FRANCIS AND THE SOW

The bud
stands for all things,
even for those things that don’t flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessings;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on the brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessings;
as Saint Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
blessings of the earth on the sow, and the sow
began remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the way
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail,
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking
   and blowing beneath them;
the long, perfect loveliness of sow.
 

April 11, 2018

Poem by Mary Oliver

WEST WIND #2

You are young. So you know everything. You leap
Into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me.
Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without
any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.
Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and
your heart, and heart’s little intelligence, and listen to
me. There is life without love. It is not worth a bent
penny, or a scuffed shoe. It is not worth the body of a
dead dog nine days unburied. When you hear, a mile
away and still out of sight, the churn of the water
as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the
sharp rocks – when you hear that unmistakable
pounding – when you feel the mist on your mouth
and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls
plunging and steaming – then row, row for your life
toward it.
 

April 10, 2018

Poem by Carolyn J. Lucas

April 10, 2016 Haiku

Another year bye. 
Thank you all for well wishes. 
Welcome next chapter.
 

April 9, 2018

Poem by Pablo Neruda

LOVE SONNET
LXXXIX

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea’s aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.

I want what I love to continue to live
and you whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full-flowered:

so that you can teach everything my love directs
  you to,
so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.
 

April 8, 2018

Poem by Carolyn J. Lucas

Haiku April 8, 2016:
You'll hand over steak,
If you gaze into her eye...
Dog of the Jedi.

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April 7, 2018

Poem by Shel Silverstein

FALLING UP

I tripped on my shoelace
And I fell up-
Up to the roof tops,
Up over the town,
Up past the tree tops,
Up over the mountains,
Up where the colors
Blend into the sounds.
But it got me so dizzy
When I looked around.
I got sick to my stomach
And I threw down.
 

April 6, 2018

Poem by Matti J.T. Stepanek, Hope through Heartsongs

FUTURE REMINISCING

It is good
To have a past
That is pleasant
To reflect upon.
Take care
To create
Such a gift
For your future.
 

April 5, 2018

Poem by Carolyn J. Lucas

SIT WITH ME AWHILE

Sit with me awhile,
Unfold my desire.

Nurture my being,
Hear me pleading.

Sit with me awhile,
Feel, what transpires.

Cradle my song,
Sound on your tongue.

Sit with me awhile,
Passion inspires.

Embody my fever, 
My conceiver.

Sit with me awhile,
See me compile.

Vapor through pen. 

A Poem.
 

April 4, 2018

Poem by Carolyn J. Lucas

THE KISS OF WISDOM

Kisses of Wisdom
Fleck her face.
She’s spry.

Kisses of Love
Streak her chest.
She’s unconditional.

Kisses of Time
Bound her bones.
She’s frayed.

Kisses of Wisdom
Caress her mind.
She’s transcendental.
 

April 3, 2018

Poem by Emily Dickinson

A WORD is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
 

April 2, 2018

A poem by Gwendolyn Brooks

WE REAL COOL

The Pool Players
Seven at the Golden Shovel.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike Straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

 

April 1, 2018

Poem by Reinhold Niebuhr

A SERENITY PRAYER

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change; 
courage to change the things I can; 
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time; 
enjoying one moment at a time; 
accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; 
taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it; 
trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will; 
that I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
forever in the next. 
Amen

 

 

 

COURAGE

"Do one thing every day that scares you." - Eleanor Roosevelt

Today I did something that scared me to my core.  I really thought it would break me. In the past, fear stopped me from taking action. However, given the devastation of Hurricane Harvey, I felt I couldn’t sit by any longer. The force to help was too great.  I reached deep in my heart for COURAGE, had my cry and drove down to Town Lake Animal Center to help Austin Pets Alive!

As soon as I drove in and saw the need for help, the worker in me kicked in to get the job done.  I saw a few dogs but I was so busy that my emotions stayed at bay.  I loaded and drove to the storage facility and unloaded, then did it some more.  I offered to take some kennels to the temporary pet location. When I walked in and stood by the front door, I saw all the dogs and cats. The people taking care of them were amazing. I was in awe. It was very surreal.  As I was standing there, a man came walking up with a sweet dog. You could tell this dog had been through a lot.  He walked straight up to me, I squatted down to say "hi" and he buried his head into me.  I loved on him for a bit.  Then, he went out for his walk.

You know what?  I didn't break.  It didn’t break me.  I didn’t become a blubbering idiot like I thought I would walking into the shelter. After that, I played and petted some cats and a couple other dogs as I walked in and out carrying and setting up kennels. I am looking forward to going back and actually walking/feeding and caring for the animals. They need me. The need us. They need our COURAGE and LOVE to know that everything will be alright.

The COURAGE it took for me to do something that I thought would break my heart, is what we, as writers need, to tell our stories that are within us. COURAGE to take that step to be heard regardless of the naysayers. COURAGE to write from the heart.COURAGE in knowing that we will be rejected but it will only make us stronger.  Fear is a four letter word that will bind us if we allow it. COURAGE is the sword that will cut us free.

BE COURAGEOUS!