When We Listen


When We listen

When we listen
we can hear the unspoken words
of the sages of the future

when we listen
the songs of the crickets
are meant to heal our souls

when we listen
we can decipher
the secret whispers
of the butterflies

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Photo by Melba Christie

When we listen
we can hear
the heart strings of a young lover
strumming like an acoustic guitar

when we listen
we can hear
the harp of our soul
playing an opus
to help us become
more aware of who we are

when we listen
there’s no telling
what sounds will resonate
to help us appreciate
the life we take for granted
all the more.

My Mind


Mountain Scene

 

My mind drifts often
Like snow does in a winter storm
It takes short walks to get energized
When it returns
It reminds me of the sweet things in life

It does not allow me to think about the
Times of strife and suffering and of when
Sometimes my soul was not a soul

My mind escapes me occasionally;
It takes vacations to exotic places,
Where everyone is so relaxed,
They forget they exist.
What a wonderful feeling that can be sometimes.

My mind fills with imagination;
It questions the questionable;
It rejects the rejection;
Without exception.

My mind builds mountains
On the dessert.
Makes the moon smile sometimes,
And grows tiger lilies on the side
Of a lonely road to keep it company

My mind
Yes, it is quite unique
Inventive, and sometimes absent
From reality and the truth.

Geometry as Poetry


“Poetry is as precise a thing as Geometry.”
                                 -Gustave Flaubert
Geometry is necessary when you create art. The other necessity is creativeness and the willingness to make mistakes, ready to admit, you never knew or understood geometry that well in the first place. But everything we see is geometry, and poetry is life. Right?
Geometry man
                                                      Melba Christie 2015

Look Inside Their Hearts


I watched in awe

sitting in the first row

of a small cafetorium

as forty children performed

their very much rehearsed musical show.

Each child so unique and special

watched in anticipation for the signals

of their beloved music teacher.

The tamborine players started the jamboree

The maraca players joined in at the count of three

Then the drummers followed faithfully.

The teacher’s face glowed with pride

and we all learned for just an instant

to look inside their hearts as she does everyday.

One can see the unconditional devotion

the audience filled with emotion

clapped and cheered as each child was introduced

I heard someone say:

“I will never underestimate

the power of a teacher.”

It is all about one’s expectation

and the magic music can bring.

When all was said and done

my heart was so happy and

wanted to sing.

* This poem is dedicated to good teachers and most of all to those who devote their career to children with special needs. Most of the children in the show were autistic. It was amazing.

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The Power of Reading


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Read my child

as much as you can

Read about other people

in far away lands

for it will expand your mind

and your heart

you will never be lonely

even when we are apart.

 

Read to know where you will stand

to make the world a better place

and build ideas upon demand

 

Read to discover yourself

and make of you a masterpiece

Read all the great books on the shelf

they will enrich your imagination.

Reading can take you to any destination

 

The power of reading is amazing

So read my child and you will see

You can create your own fascination.

 

 

12 Favorite Quotes to Write by in 2014


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I found an old notebook as I was trying to give some order to the stuff that is stored in the attic. I always sit as comfortably as possible when this happens because I end up reading the whole notebook in remembrance of things past.

These are quotes I had jotted in some entries and they added up to twelve of my favorite quotes about thinking and writing. Most of them are by my favorite poets and writers. I decided I would use them to remind me of what will be most important throughout this brand new blogging  year.

I hope you find some worthy of adopting for your use.

1. “A poem is never finished only abandoned.”

– Paul Valery

* I found a few poems I abandoned and will work on them again.

2. “As for style of writing, if one has anything to say, it drops from him simply and directly, as a stone falls to the ground.”

– Henry David Thoreau

3. “The act of writing is the act of discovering what you believe.”

– David Hare

* This has been so true for me personally.

4. “When everyone is against you, it means that you are absolutely wrong – or absolutely right.”

– Albert Guinan

5. ““Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.”
– Virginia Woolf

*Her life too.

6. “How do I know what I think until I see what I say.”

–  E. M. Forster

7. “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you”

– Maya Angelou

8. ““Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer — he bides his time, waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. Delay is instinctive with him. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along.”

– E.B. White

9. “If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”

– Emily Dickinson

10. “Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.”

– Buddha

* I try to write with this purpose.

11. “To live a creative life we must first lose the fear of being wrong.”

– Joseph Chilton Pearce

* Fear does take over sometimes. It is usually the fear that was instilled in me by my seventh grade teacher. I always her voice inside my head. “Be clear and precise and for heavens sake be careful with your grammar.

12. ““There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.”

– Beatrix Potter

* I loved her books as a kid.

Happy Blogging!

Melba Christie

 

 

 

 

My Brain Went Bungee Jumping


My brain went bungee jumping the other day

It bounced me up and down

until it finally allowed

one of my deep thoughts

to rise along with it

the thought penetrated a cloud

and it rained love

all over.

Imagine that!

All this because my brain

went bungee jumping.

 

 

 

Will We Be Ready?


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Essential question:

Will we be ready?

Ready for what?

To be who we are supposed to be.

Response:

What do you mean?

I am who I am.

I am who I am supposed to be.

Rationale?

We are suppose to be

a seed,

to breed love

unconditionally.

We are suppose to be

a dance,

choreographed with perfect

movements, creating

expressions of

deep empathy, and

the essence of what

life is all about.

We are supposed to be

a soothing song of springtime.

We are supposed to be the composer

who delves deep into our hearts

to help us find our very own arias

and makes us listen closely to the beats

that mark our time on this earth.

Internal Question:

Wow! Will I be ready?

Answer:

You bet!

 

 

A Call for Certainty


“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”
“What’s in a name?”
A name possesses a soul of its own
A soul does not leave the body until it garners enough love
For eternity to judge its worth

My heart hankers for peace if that is what it is called
Because sometimes it seems what we have entitled it
does not truly claim or maintain it,
“Peace is not a season but a way of life.”

“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”
Am I to blame for such uncertainty?
A longing for something so elusive,
So exclusive
That not even my brain can perceive
Or receive
“What is in a name, I asked my muse.”
“All my life, my heart has longed for a thing I could not name.”

Will my desire be the refrain?

Masterpiece


Hidden in her tiny mind

a masterpiece is waiting

A crowd yells, “encore!”

 

 

 

Youth is sometimes wasted on the young


Youth is sometimes wasted on the young; they do not realize that too soon youth fades with the sunset.  Mae West once said, “You are never too old to  become younger.” Feeling youthful may be a state of mind. Some people never grow old; their attitude is that of Ms.West exactly. I guess one can argue that it depends on how one feels physically as well. We are all vulnerable to the onset of the ailments that are associated with growing older. But maybe it is about acquiring the Peter Pan attitude of not wanting to grow old and more importantly not bothering with the concept of growing up either.

These concepts are unrealistic of course but intriguing and inviting. An important factor of Peter’s existence is that “without a memory, he cannot gain knowledge from his experiences and therefore cannot grow up.”

As we grow older though we tend to cling to the memory of youth. We want to restore those memories in scrap books and go back to old journal entries just to try to remember. The “way we were” is most times the best of who we are now or who we long to be perhaps.

I always wonder about what age I would be if I did not know exactly what age I am. Imagine not being able to look at yourself in the mirror to gauge your age. Imagine not having any frame of reference at all in order to estimate your chronological age. Personally, I would be stuck on one and twenty. A special age to be in life. I speak from experience of course. I remember a poem by Housman that goes like this:

WHEN I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;

Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.’
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
‘The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
‘Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.’

And I am two-and-twenty,

And oh, ‘tis true, ‘tis true.

Sometimes youth is wasted on the young. I need to explore what I really mean by this. But in the meantime I invite you to help me explore the idea. And no I am not a bitter old woman trying to be young again nor am I seeking the truth in my middle age.  I simply feel that sometimes youth is wasted on the young. That is all.