On my morning walk,
The trees with full, lush leaves
Block the sunlight on my usual route.
So I examine the hill;
The hill that in the snow
Has paralyzed the mailtruck-
I’ve witnessed it sliding sideways
impeded by the deceptive steepness.
The hill that has tired out many a school child
Late for the bus
And parent slogging behind them -
Is today my source of sunshine, my intention.
Toes straight ahead
Shoulders back
I slow my pace just a bit
Lengthen my steps
And breathe all the way to my stomach
Up and down - a few times,
Practicing adversity.
Dissonant Chord
About this Blog
This is not a music blog, it's really a poetry blog - at least, that's my intention right now. But there's some reasoning behind the musical reference. When I think of dissonant chords, I think of musical experiences of tension or discomfort that sometimes leave one longing for resolution (but that certainly make things more interesting)! So that is the general theme for the poetry I'll post (at least right now, I will probably change things up as time goes on.) I realize poetry is a pretty subjective experience, so if you don't like what I post, that's fine with me. Feel free to leave comments as you like. I do have to warn you that many of my posts may be spiritual or religious in nature, so if that isn't a topic you are comfortable reading about, you may want to make a virtual U-turn. I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormon), but the views expressed here are mine alone. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the posts!
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Spring Cleaning
Spring cleaning
Sometimes means
More than
Cleaning out a closet
Sometimes your
Mind needs a
Good de-junking as well.
Kick out the company that
Stays too long,
The broken furnishings and perspectives
You always bang your knee on
As you pass,
The dusty daydreams – outdated,
Immature, overly fictionalized
Till finally there’s
Peace and you can
Hear yourself think.
And admittedly, it’s a bit quiet
In a good way.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Sonnet
since the study of Shakespeare in HS English, I've been enthusiastic about attempting to write in iambic pentameter.... so in honor of the upcoming holiday, here is my attempt at a Sonnet
How oft we speak of love, and say we love,
And live and die with each empassioned glance-
Surrendering our might and mind above
When fiery pulls of longing bid us chance.
And live and die with each empassioned glance-
Surrendering our might and mind above
When fiery pulls of longing bid us chance.
Thus swept away in hopeful revery,
We ache with every breath and youthful sigh;
Expectant of the rapt’rous energy,
And crushed when e’er our singeing crushes die.
We ache with every breath and youthful sigh;
Expectant of the rapt’rous energy,
And crushed when e’er our singeing crushes die.
But is this blind attraction love’s true form?
To rob our peace, mentality at will?
Or is a love of holy kindness born -
Unearthed in routine moments, sane and still.
To rob our peace, mentality at will?
Or is a love of holy kindness born -
Unearthed in routine moments, sane and still.
For wiser is the love that thus appears,
And blossoms ever sweeter through the years.
And blossoms ever sweeter through the years.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Tender Plants
Tender plants
It takes a bit of water
For a tender plant to grow;
A home within a pot of earth,
Or lined in furrowed row
Where dappled rays of sunshine fall
On outstretched leaves and flowers.
A bit of friendly effort keeps
Things neat between each shower.
So, seedlings of the human sort
With tender hearts to keep;
Need homes in loving families
To send their roots down deep,
Need parents with their outstretched arms
To help them seek the light,
And willing hands of every size
To see they grow aright.
If all their life is sunshine though,
They may wither, droop, and fold.
It takes a bit of rain then too,
For the growing of a soul.
Waterhorses
Waterhorses
Waterhorses kick and buck, racing to shore;
eager-
and aggressive even, with dun colored heads
and manes and tales of frothy white.
They leap ahead of one another
then dissipate, reclaimed in sea foam and current
as they reach my toes.
My horse
girl loves these creatures -
arms wide, she races knee keep to meet them;
stubby braids like cut reins,
she runs unrestrained.
With equine exuberance, the water horses jump at her
spraying foam and mist in a crash of water and horse and girl.
Momentarily she is engulfed-
but it’s only a bit of friendly play among siblings of sorts;
and soon enough she leaves these companions
to canter off in chase of sea birds,
horse girl legs pounding the sand.
arms wide, she races knee keep to meet them;
stubby braids like cut reins,
she runs unrestrained.
With equine exuberance, the water horses jump at her
spraying foam and mist in a crash of water and horse and girl.
Momentarily she is engulfed-
but it’s only a bit of friendly play among siblings of sorts;
and soon enough she leaves these companions
to canter off in chase of sea birds,
horse girl legs pounding the sand.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Doubt not, but be believing
So in the winter, I take a break from my typical writing projects to work on a piece of music with my very talented sister, Keri. Love the collaborative work, since poetry can be a lonely gig sometimes:) This year we received a request from my friend Marilyn to write a piece of music for their youth's summer trek (a 3 day recreation of the Mormon pioneers' journey West to Utah - complete with handcarts, period clothing, and dinners cooked over a campfire). As Marilyn and I talked over ideas, and I did some research, the message that stood out for me was Doubt not, but be believing. There are so many things that hit you as a teenager - from an increased awareness that there are some pretty bad things going on in the world, to peer pressure, to realizing your parents aren't perfect... etc. It just makes for a difficult time, I think.
I'm not going to post the whole song - it's not quite done - but I will post the poetry we adapted for the first verse. Just one of those instances when it comes quickly and easily (unlike the rest of the piece:).
I'm not going to post the whole song - it's not quite done - but I will post the poetry we adapted for the first verse. Just one of those instances when it comes quickly and easily (unlike the rest of the piece:).
Though I may stand
Quietly, against vast darkness
Seemingly surrounded
The night will not prevail.
Dusky whisperings of sin
And temptation’s fiery darts
Will fail
For my Savior’s light
Radiates around me
waking and warming,
And I will follow His well-lit path.
Friday, November 8, 2013
What can separate us from the Love of God?
What can separate us from the love of God?
Can struggling children
deepening wrinkles
nagging weakness
our human errors
crippling illness
lingering resentments
grieving hearts
poor choices
poorer attitudes
discouragement
inadequacy
addiction
fear
pain
sin
disbelief
death?
No.
Lest we consider
With drawing our hand from His
And backing away
In sorrow or shame -
When He would hold us close.
Can struggling children
deepening wrinkles
nagging weakness
our human errors
crippling illness
lingering resentments
grieving hearts
poor choices
poorer attitudes
discouragement
inadequacy
addiction
fear
pain
sin
disbelief
death?
No.
Lest we consider
With drawing our hand from His
And backing away
In sorrow or shame -
When He would hold us close.
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