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.”
* 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.
According to Poets.org:
Please post your poem and write Tanka Challenge in the Title. Then, comment on my holiday tanka with your tanka’s title and your web address so I can read your poems. I am looking forward to your participation. In the meantime, Happy Holidays to all my readers and followers.
Tis the Season
dance to celebrate
and the joy of a new year
is ready for all the cheer.
There is a paradise of words brilliant, exceptional, enchanted Some still unimaginable Full of pleasures beyond feeling to be owned by only a few of us who understand their delight and the sensation words bring to the soul words meant just for you or me perhaps intentionally on purpose I love all words I love when they decide to dwell inside my heart and mind but most especially I love the adjectives I love words when they finally find each other and mesmerize the poet captivate the playwright court the novelist or muse the songwriter I love the words that question the impossible, the self, the irrational I know I may never meet you all or feel your intensity and strength or understand your significance in my lifetime But my vow today: is to seek you attract you to my poetry and love songs so that hopefully I am remembered.
We could not believe Woodstock was on the big screen as it turns out, so was The Go-Between Some of us were Lovers and Others Strangers The Wild Child never knew about the dangers of having no Bed and Board There was little we could afford Three Sisters made love to all The Boys in the Band A First Love was hard to understand A true Love Story who knew that Ryan’s Daughter was A Virgin and a Gypsy No doubt A Catch 22 The People Next Door The Aristocrats in town some begged a smile and all of them frowned Joe, their neighbor, was The Man Called Horse He was also The American Soldier who spoke up that day and yelled without remorse Start the Revolution Without Me And deep in the imagination Beneath the Planet of the Apes there was no escaping The Owl and The Pussycat Imagine that these movies all happened the year of my graduation when nothing was left to the imagination yet we all wondered how the heck Cotton Comes to Harlem 116th Street to be exact Good Old Ben Franklin to be exact And as the song says On a Clear day You Can See Forever the End of the Road or the light in the tunnel For the Great White Hope That is a fact!
Melba Christie (c) 2013
A poem is defined as expressive language. It is an art form that allows for free verse. Poems are musical and rhythmic and uses sounds and imagery to convey meaning. Poems use metaphors and similes and they can create a very intimate conversation between the poet and the reader.
The following is a poem about poems.
Poems are words a poet collects
to convey messages hard to forget
or to tell a truth so there are no regrets.
Poems are stored in the heart and soul
of poets waiting for their muses to call
Poems flow like rivers through the mind
and words can be sweet and sometimes unkind
And if there is a cause
that needs to be fought
A poem can manage
and never be caught
without a deep thought
to stimulate thinking
elevate the spirit,
and comfort the soul.
A poem is created with lots of care
A poet knows
no coincidence there
the words embrace
emotions and fears
to make us so happy
we can burst into tears
What is a poem?
you tell me.
for me it’s all that I see
smell, hear, taste
and everything life offers me
that I love so much.
By Melba Christie (c) 2013
- This be the verse Philip Larkin (poem) (shenton2benglish.wordpress.com)
- Poems Stir Us… (poetryshowcase.wordpress.com)
- Free Verse – “Where I Come From” Models (aleenabubb.wordpress.com)
- Poetry Contest (wepoetsshowit.com)
Poetry is life and a poet can be found anywhere. It is so delightful when poets are appreciated and celebrated. Poets interpret life for us on every level. In my earlier post I highlighted Michael Hoppe and his musical repertoire inspired by some of the best poets. I look for this inspiration everywhere I go and it does not fail; I manage to connect to that magical world each time. This place is such a place.
Melba Christie (C) 2013
See Poetry is Life by Melba Christie
- Poetry and Talent – Discovering What it Takes (samueljfoxblog.wordpress.com)
- The Rise of the Twitter Poets (stephrogers.com)
- Mihai Eminescu: The Divided National Poet (theculturetrip.wordpress.com)
- On Being a Poet (madligaya.wordpress.com)
(c) Melba Christie
A Poem to Celebrate
Today and only today
for now anyway
I want to celebrate
I want to celebrate right now
who I have become
who I was
and who I am right this very minute.
because it is easy to forget these things.
because we forget that life is too short;
I want to celebrate my life right now.
This poem is to celebrate
this very instant
the essence of this second
the miracles that happen within a minute’s time
like the birth of a child
or the reviving of a life.
I want to celebrate the number of breaths
that have been programmed just for me.
We are all given a only certain number
of breaths during our lifetime.
I want to celebrate the first and the last one now.
I cannot remember the first and do not know when the last will be.
I want to celebrate
the letters that gave life to my words
the thoughts that gave life to me
and the force
that made me think about
who I am now.
I want to celebrate
today and only today
for now anyway
what I celebrate tomorrow
will depend on today.
“Find the narrow gate that leads to life.” It is called the now.Narrow your life down to this moment. (Tolle, 1999)
- A Poem for Solstice (quinncreative.wordpress.com)
- Eckhart Tolle on Being Yourself – YouTube (veraiconica.wordpress.com)
I have continued to ponder about what inspires me and what inspires my writing. Sometimes what inspires me is a simple line in a poem or narrative. Sometimes it’s the title of a poem. Some poems stay with us forever. You may have read them just at the most proper moment in your life. Maybe a teacher read it in a way you would never forget it. The poem that follows is a poem inspired by inspirational titles. (At least to me they were inspirational.) There are hundreds of others I can cite. The titles have been italicized. You may recognize some of the poets. Do not forget I love your comments. Please let me know what inspires you to write.
It’s all I have to bring today
can you tell what it is?
well by the way you’re right.
I could not stay away
so I took
by the others for
fear of rejection.
Our love is unique
Now and Forever
and in all the hours of the day
of moments spent
making it work
Our love, my love is here to stay.
When I Consider Everything that Grows
that nothing is impossible
there are always Miracles
to count on
Oh Me! Oh My!
Life is good!
Poets Cited: Shakespeare, Whitman, Dickinson, Hughes, Frost, Teasdale, and Kunitz.
I would love to hear from you about what inspires you.
- Poetry, poem by Nikki Giovanni (silverbirchpress.wordpress.com)
- Help Me Be: Praying in Poems (aprilyamasaki.com)
- Build-a-Poem (spoonful.com)
- His Inspiration! (menofoneaccord.wordpress.com)
Poets.org sponsors Poem in You Pocket Day (which was celebrated today) and which offers a wide variety of poems to use for the celebration of the day. Someone surprised me today with a beautiful poem she had written about the latest acts violence and terror that caused chaos in the city of Boston. She did want me to post it but the truth is that the poem was written with her heart. To those of you who read a poem to someone today I applaud you. Here is a poem I wrote:
A muse lives in the silence of a busy mind
where dreams connect to each other
and daffodils dance
a centipede relaxes and kicks off its shoes
to listen to the hummingbird who seemed amused
A muse lives in the silence of a busy mind
and eavesdrops in on a conversation with itself
where there is talk of rebellion
and it decides instead to go to bed.
- I wrote a poem in the shower. (whimsygizmo.wordpress.com)
- Poem in My Pocket: “Wild Nights – Wild Nights!” by Emily Dickinson (teresaedmond.wordpress.com)
- April is National Poetry Month! (fpldchildrensservices.wordpress.com)
- Poem in Your Pocket Day (commercelibrarykids.wordpress.com)
- Poem in Your Pocket Day (eplcharliechat.wordpress.com)
- A poem for Poem in Your Pocket Day (bethala.wordpress.com)
“Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so? He replied, ‘All poets believe that it does. And in ages of imagination, this firm persuasion removed mountains; But many are not capable of a firm persuasion of anything.” – From the Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake
- National Poetry Month (poemattic.wordpress.com)
- Poetry Challenge for April (womenwritersofthetriad.wordpress.com)
- Is National Poetry Month An Oxymoron? – OpEd (albanytribune.com)
I fell in love with this poem the moment I read it. Langston Hughes is one of my favorite poets. I love the rhythm and the images.Mother to Son Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So, boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps.
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
I cannot believe that almost a whole year has passed since I wrote my first post for Poemattic. One hundred and eighty-one posts later, I feel like I have shared so much with my faithful 101 followers thus far. I have learned so much from other WordPress bloggers . It is like I have taken a year-long course. I want to thank all my followers. Every time I receive a new comment or see that little orange star on my dashboard my spirit is lifted.
I have tried to get some of you to take part in a few challenges. I hope that I am able to create more ways to get you to interact. The purpose of Poemattic was to create a space for you to share original or very favorite poems. I am hoping to be considered for Freshly Pressed Award.
I will start posting original recording of my poems. I love reciting and during National Poetry Month this year I will launch a page with audio-recordings of my poems.
Please continue to visit Poemattic. I love the company and feel Like I am a member of a very special community.
How do you want to be remembered? asked the poet
There were three poets, one doctor and two teachers present to respond to the poet’s question.
Finally after a long silence and obvious pondering the doctor says, “I want to be remembered as someone who took my oath seriously.
One poet said, ” I want to be remembered as a poet who wanted to promote peace.”
The other poet said, “I will be remembered as the king of the couplet.”
The remaining poet said, ” I hope people will remember me as the simple poet.”
Then the two teachers looked at each other politely and gestured one another to speak first.
After a few seconds one teacher speaks. “I want to be remembered for my patience,” she said.
The other teacher remains pensive for a few more seconds. She says, “I hope that the students I was not able to reach somehow know that
I am deeply sorry I was not able to reach them. I hope they finally know that my heart-felt their pain and that I wished I could have been a
better teacher to them.”
A few weeks ensued and the poet learns that the teacher had passed away. He was so moved by what she said that he decides to write her a
Here is the poem:
You made a mark
inside my heart
many years ago
removed my fears
and washed away my tears
you tried so hard
to make me see
and helped me to believe in me.
your love for poetry
inspired me to write poems
my rhyming thoughts
you did not see
the you you left in me.
You set me free with the poetry
you read so beautifully.
you thought I was not looking
you thought I was not listening
I hope you know
you could not have been a better teacher
you soothed my pain
and will remain
in my heart forever.
I must have been focused on something else when I took this photograph. I cannot remember what I wanted to photograph. I do not know why I ended up with this image. Since we are a few days away from Halloween I thought I’d post the photo. If you think you know what the image in photo might be, please let me know. I have reread some of Edgar Allan Poe‘s stories. It might be him with a top hat. I have always loved his short stories. My favorite is the Cask of Amontillado and the Pit and the Pendulum. What are your favorites? Please send me your responses before October 31, 2012. I have included some excerpts from some of Poe’s poems which I love as well.
- Whitman on Poe (themillions.com)
- The Psychology of Edgar Allan Poe (neuroskeptic.blogspot.com)
- The cask of amontillado (slideshare.net)
- Edgar Allan Poe: How well do you know the spooky scribe? (csmonitor.com)