Tag Archives: Poetry

Sometimes a Sad Song is a Good Thing


I often listen to sad songs to remind me that having lost someone means that you also loved someone so deeply. A song can help bring back a sweet memory and also in a weird way help you through the grieving process.. This song by Ed Sheeran is a poem.

Food for Thought


Design and Quote by Melba Christie (C) 2022

To all my Family and Friends. May you all have a blessed Easter. This Easter is even more significant to me. Bitter sweet in many ways as I continue to ask some profound questions.
“And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.” -Rainer Maria Rilke, poet

The Tree


No one tells a tree how it should grow;

or how to shade a lonely heart.

It spreads it branches naturally.

It teaches us about eternal love;

and houses the mourning dove,

It lets the sun shine through

brilliantly from the heavens above.

The tree I planted so long ago

has seen me sobbing all alone,

when I confided all my sorrow.

What comforts me a little

is that it will hopefully still be around

for many a tomorrow.

Someone else will look up to it in awe

and wonder who it was that foresaw

the beauty and peace it would bring,

and help a lonely soul to sing,

when blossoms bloom

in the early spring.

Courtesy of Pixabay

Needing to Connect


When will people realize

our need to connect to each other?

Many emotions are common to all of us

Even when we believe in something

or do not believe at all

we somehow cross paths.

We all have fears;

no matter how diverse they be,

a trembling sensation overwhelms us all

when life ceases to be.

Our narratives of joy,

love, anguish, and even hate unite us.

Pain and suffering in one way or another

visit us at some point.

But most common is our

need to breathe,

especially within our life’s context today.

Let’s face it,

we are united whether we like it or not.

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Happy National Poetry Month


Every year the celebration of National Poetry Month becomes more meaningful to me. I focus on reading more poetry. I especially look for the poems written by new poets. I also buy a collection.My mantra has always been “Poetry is Life and Life is Poetry”. These past two years I have used poetry a lifeline. Poetry is what has kept me going as I tried to process the loss of my son.

As always I will post poems by my favorite poets. I will also introduce a few new poets. I invite you to post your favorites in the comments section.
Don’t forget to share a poem a day and “A Poem in Your Pocket Day” with family and friends.

”People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I do not think that is what we’re really seeking. I think what we are seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonance within our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive. That’s what it’s all finally about.” —Joseph Campbell

On the Ukrainian Poets Who Lived and Died Under Soviet Suppression — Literary Hub


Numbers. At the beginning of the 1930s, there were 259 writers being actively published in the Soviet Union. At the end of the 1930s—36. How had 80 percent of writers disappeared? Seventeen were shot, eight committed suicide, seven died of natural causes, and 175 had been arrested and put into camps. Sixteen were missing. These…

On the Ukrainian Poets Who Lived and Died Under Soviet Suppression — Literary Hub

Remembering emily and watching the madness


I was always attracted to the poems of Emily Dickinson. It started in the seventh grade with Mrs. Rice reading one of her poems that begins, “I’m nobody! Who are you?” I suppose as a pre-teen at the time, I was fascinated by someone actually admitting from the start that they were “nobody”. Perhaps a little simplistic thinking on my part at the time. But I became very motivated to delve into the meaning of her poems especially the more depressing and sometimes even darker ones. I read her biographies which always intrigued me. But don’t ask me why; they just did.

These days, I am somewhere in between feeling hopeful and depressed by all the madness that seems to be exhibited at all levels by so many of us. More maddening is that the paradoxes and ironies of the madness come from our so called leaders. I crave more thought provoking poems to help me understand and cope with it all. I read more about keeping faith and spirituality.

Here is a poem by Emily Dickinson I reread recently that seems to connect to what is happening right now. What do you think?

 

Much madness is divinest sense

Much madness is divinest sense

to discerning eye;

Much sense the starkest madness.

“Tis the majority

In this, as all, prevails.

Assent, and you are sane;

Demur, –you’re straightway dangerous

And handled with a chain.

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