Today I am sharing one of my own poems, “When Sorrows Come”. Enjoy!
I always liked the imagery that inspired this poem: that clouds are the sorrow that block out the sun, but all you have to do is fly above the clouds and enter a world of fluffy white clouds and bright, clear sunshine. It doesn’t claim that the clouds aren’t there; rather, it sees the beauty in and above the clouds, and recognizes the eternal presence of the sun.
What do you think? Do you have any critiques or tips for the poem? What was your favorite part (if you had one)?
Today I am sharing yet another one of my poems: “The Idea”. This is another one of my favorite created poems.
The words mingled in her mind Swirling, whirling, a golden find. She raced up to her room Praying to find some paper soon Grasping, clasping the memory close Before the lovely lines bid adios. In a swirl in a frenzy scratched the feather Upon the little tree bound in leather, Blocking all sound ‘cept the supper chime. She did not dare to dine Whilst remained the revelation.
Insistent rang the bell, still did she not come. Fought she fiercely, struggled strongly, Wrestling the idea’s resistance singly. A slip, a dash, a tackle down– ‘Till at last the battle was done. Heart beating, heavy breathing, Slumping to her seat, the wing- Feather flying with the weary wind. Her feat was recorded and The deed by dinner rewarded. Her mind was done, but then was fed.
Anne B. Caitlin
While this was one of my more… old-fashioned-words style poems, I loved “the idea” of this poem. This describes a lot of writers’ experience with ideas. The frantic search for paper, pen, phone, computer, or typewriter before they forget the idea. The suddenness of the inspiration–it doesn’t wait for a good time to appear. It just pops into your head, demanding immediate attention and insisting to be written down at once.
What do you think? What was your favorite/least favorite line(s)? What do you like to write your ideas down on?
Today I am sharing one of my own favorite created poems. Let me know what you think of it in the comments below!
Oak stood upon a hilly ridge. Wind whirled and whistled And all bowed before his will. He swept Oak’s sorrow from her gaze And blew her burdens away. She gazed in awe at the glorious Swaying, worshipping grass Which hummed and fluted Praise to Wind’s wonderful power.
Wind whispered and wondered At Oak’s thoughtful stand. “What are you thinking?” Asked he. Slowly responded she.
“I watch motion’s mysteries, I ponder the path of the breeze. What wisdom does Wind contain? From whence he came, No one has been informed. To where he goes, No one knows. Can you tell me please, Who your Maker be?”
“He is the Master of the sea, The Word, the Life, the Light be He. He directs my path, All knowledge He hath. I know not where I go, Except that where He says, there I blow.”
Anne B. Caitlin
My favorite line(s) out of the whole poem has to be, “I know not where I go, except that where He says, there I blow.” Too often in our lives are we blind, uncertain, and scared of the future–we have no idea how it will go, or what will happen. We can only live on a day-by-day basis. But the pressure’s not on us to know exactly what we’re going to do and where we’re going to go. All we need to do is “trust and obey” God every moment of our lives. He has the plan and knows what will happen.
Thanks for reading! What was your favorite (& least favorite) line(s)–if any? Any critiques? Comment below!
As you know, I post rather irregularly. I struggle to find a good posting frequency that works with my busy schedule. So now I will be trying to post at least once, if not twice a month. Every week (or every other week), I will be posting a poem–either of my own or by someone else. Then, once a month, I will post an update on my writing/reading. Sound like a good plan? Let me know what you think below!
Unripened words on the tree of the mind When ripe they're split open and eaten Some are rotten and thrown away Others are juicy and full of meat.
For what are words but the fruit of imaginations? What are words except the whispers of the wind? What are words, the forces that drive all emotions? What are words, the ideas that flip the world upside down?
No man can live on bread alone But on the very words of God; Words have power though they're unseen Words can't be explained by science.
In order to grow words A mustard seed must be first planted And watered and loved so that it grows Into the solid tree that develops fruit.
It can't be abandoned or it will die It oughtn't be left a seed forever It needs firm roots and a solid soul for soil Then it will grow into the tree Where birds will nest in its branches.
If it doesn't grow no birds will come There'll be no shade under its branches Ideas won't blossom and prompts won't roost Within its nonexistent branches.
These ideas make the world And change it for ever Don't waste the fruit of this seed Or it will take down other seeds.
Words have the power to burn the trees They have the strength to fly the bees Whispers untold will fold the world And exclamations shake it.
-Anne B. Caitlin
This poem came out in a kind of song form, rather than just a poem. I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think of it in the comments below!
Let me know if you have any suggestions for posts and/or post frequency! What did you think of the poem? Did you see any ways I could improve it? Comment below!