Throwback Thursday: of Wind and Poetry 10/12

Poetry: a structure in art that needs none; Yet that is always my struggle.

It is a joy but I’ve been without muse as I find myself shallow to amuse,

That which is a life uninspired; quiet and dry and left feeling tired.

Yet why don’t I? Go on, go on, go on:

I appreciate the wind today, Even when it bites.

Counting each blessing With pink cheeks and nose.

The wind is a wonderful thing;

One last time before the frost It awakens what was dead,

Leaves abandon home Yet here they dance again.

Even the shadows sway To the song of the breeze

Everything is alive this day A body of water in peace at bay;

They too receive a gift Of crashing, rolling rhythms, Drowning out city sounds.

Oh clever, clever wind, We are forever in your debt.

Even birds under your power Today they still owe breath.

And as I count each blessing, Your power grows stronger yet.10614_379733685435833_1669890470_n

And I know it is time I move on; Blown away against my will;

Respect and gratitude, always, To that which was my muse.

And I’ll work harder still To chase and embrace; to choose,

Hoping to awaken the strangest of myself soon.

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Throwback Thursday: A Poem as a Present 6/13

I’ve never been a huge fan of Throwback Thursday, but I’ve decided to look at it as an opportunity. I am dedicating the first Thursday of every month to looking back on previously written material.

My dearest nephew, Theo, is very sick and unhappy right now. So, in honor of him feeling better soon, I’m posting the poem I wrote for him when his little sister, Rosie, was born. I’m only “throwing back” about 8 months, but enjoy it all the same:

Brother Meets Sister

This is Theodore, he’s a little past one,

And to momma and poppa he is a son…

He’s also a nephew and a grandson too,

“But who is that?” He hears a cry and a coo.

“This is Rosalynn, she’s your baby sister,

And that makes you a brother to her.”

“But what is a brother? What am I to do?”

“You will love her as she will always love you.”

A brother is there to show you right ways,

To comfort and laugh with on the bad days,

There to explore with and learn with and grow,

You’ll have each other, that’s what you’ll know.

“But what is a sister? Who is little Rosie?”

Rosie’s your sister, our daughter, so cozy!

But just you wait, because just like you,

She’ll grow big and strong just as you grew.

She’ll laugh and cry and wiggle and squiggle,

And you’ll slowly learn how to make her giggle.

You’ll explore and find adventure together as two,

In the park, in the pool, at home, or the zoo.

And even if you fight, at the end of the day,

You’ll still love each other in grey or in play.

So never forget what your sibling’s there for:

To be there for you always, to love and adore.

 With Love from Auntie Holli ❤

Well here goes nothing…

As poetic as it would have been to write this 19 days ago, I didn’t… and that sums up my life entirely.

Today was going to be the big day that I launched my blog. A strong and sudden conviction hit me and I knew this was something I needed to do. But of course, being a Saturday, the night got away from me and I had one glass of wine too many. I ended up spending my entire Sunday in bed with a cloud of fuzz and nausea holding me back from my objectives. Thankfully, Amy’s frozen gluten free burrito came to my rescue. So one burrito and lots of water later, here I am… feeling a bit rusty but optimistic.

I’ve talked about starting a blog on numerous occasions and have thought about it, but they’re so much work! I don’t have time to write a blog… what if I run out of topics? How personal do I get? What if nobody reads it? Well yesterday I realized why I need to write this blog: for me.

The point of all this is to get me writing again. Writing has brought me a lot of joy and pride; my tweens were spent writing chapter books, my teens spent writing poetry. School essays were my favorite assignments, and even when they weren’t easy or fun, nothing made me prouder than a big fat A on the cover. I haven’t really written anything beyond a silly poem or two in 4 years and I’ve found myself revising and writing countless numbers of resumes and cover letters just so I could write. Sad, huh? I put so much pressure on myself to write well and to be the creative genius that I’m not, and that fear has held me back. Well not anymore.

I’m here to write for me. We all go through life soaking up the world around us, but how often to we really let it settle in to dissect. I’m hoping to know, understand, and find myself while improving a skill that I have always loved.

If you find anything I write entertaining, well it would be the biggest compliment. But the requirement of people’s acceptance has kept me from this and I feel more ready then ever to move past that barrier of insecurity.

So, I don’t have much figured out… or anything for that matter. The past couple years have been a whirlwind of change and exploration and ringing in the new year has only brought more of the above. I’m here to write about it, how shitty and awesome your 20’s are, and anything else I feel like. Cheers!