My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

0 My One Hundredth Post (Technically 97)

today's a special day
hitting 100 is really nice
technically 97, I must say
if you wish to be precise

hitting 100 is really nice
though not something I could have done alone
if you wish to be precise
I was never really on my own

though not something I could have done alone
every word was mine--inspired to write
I was never really on my own
it was a very hard fight

every word was mine--inspired to write
I struggled to find the words inside me
it was a very hard fight
trying to set the words free

I struggled to find the words inside me
yet I pressed on with my plight
trying to set the words free
guided by a love that still burns bright

yet I pressed on with my plight
ignoring the pressure and pain
guided by a love that still burns bright
I use the words to keep myself sane

ignoring the pressure and pain
making me feel like a hundred percent
I use the words to keep myself sane
after all that was their intent

making me feel like a hundred percent
technically 97, I must say
after all that was their intent
today's a special day

(This poem marks a special day.  After seven months, I have hit the one hundred mark--not something I would have been able to do if not for a dream that asked me to rediscover the right side of my brain and the words that have not flown in quite some time.  It only seemed fitting that I would challenge myself with yet a new poetic form.  Hopefully I did not butcher this new form to badly, though I must say it was a fun one to work through.)

Thursday, August 5, 2010

0 Villanelle--Come to Bear

i thought to study a form of poetry
to expand myself and explore something new
thinking i could master it so simply

to pull words together and set my soul free
by expressing myself and my point of view
i thought to study a form of poetry

everything it shall take is deep inside me
though i hide it away--showing it to few
i know i could master it so simply

so i read and i read until i could see
what the masters of this form already knew
i thought to study a form of poetry

with my newfound knowledge how hard could it be
writing this poem i could definitely do
no doubt i could master it so simply

now that i read it over, was i crazy
to attempt such a feat and give it its due
i thought to study a form of poetry
as though I could master it--so simply

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

0 today would be a really good day for a hug...

i'm not sure i can make it through today.  part of me would just like to sit at home alone and allow the tears to fall at will; maybe finally let go of it all.  what i want is my hug; and that is no longer possible.  i'm sure i'm not the only one who will find things hard today, but unlike them, who would prefer to be around family, i like being alone where I don't have to worry putting on my mask.

today should be a happy day--doubly happy.  i feel horrible--wanting to be alone, when i know they don't want to be alone.  i should be stronger, though i know that is stupid to think.  i have every right to feel as i do.

today should be a day of celebration, but under normal circumstances i don't care much for the whole hoopla business.  these are not normal circumstances.

what i would give for a hug...i really miss the hug, today.