The Winds of Time

Drift on the winds of time.

Hola, reader! Here’s one of my original poems, inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien’s poem The Road Goes Ever On.

The winds of time
Whirl ever on,
Out from the dawn
When they began;

Blowing me on,
Onward I go,
Though not knowing
The path they lead.

The winds will whirl
Slowly over
Some certain scene
And then pause there;

Then swirling on,
Faster they'll blow,
Never daring
To tarry there.

Though I know not
To where they blow,
Still I'll follow
With grateful feet;

'Till they slowly,
Gently recede,
Drifting to the
Final Setting.

When I created this poem, I was trying to think of a good metaphor for time, and wind came to mind. It’s always there, always exists, but it travels both quickly and slowly–just like how sometimes time flies and sometimes it sleeps. Memory is a funny thing, too–whether or not an event seemed to fly by or take forever, memory is very picky about what it keeps. It’s interesting trying to figure out why you remember some small things and not other (sometimes heavily impactful) things. Time flies, and so does memory.

Anyway, thinking of time as wind, and time travel as sailing on the drifts, produced this poem. Then the poem just seemed to fit into the meter of The Road Goes Ever On, which I’d recently read (and listened to).

And voila! Out came this poem.

Hope you enjoyed it! What’s one of your favorite poems by Tolkien? What’re some things that inspired your own (or another poet’s) poems?

Thanks for checking out this post! May God bless your week and your adventures at home.

Ta-ta for now!


Poetry: When Sorrows Come

Hola, Reader!

Today I am sharing one of my own poems, “When Sorrows Come”. Enjoy!

“When storms arise and fears dismay,
He then is all my hope and stay”

When sorrows come,
God’s light does not disappear;
It does not hide,
His light is still shining clear.

Why do you think
That the sun no longer shines,
When storms arise
And obstruct our mortal eyes?

The sun’s still there,
Still burning just as bright;
It is not quenched
By water damming its sight.

When Satan sends a cloud,
To bar and hide the Way,
God lets it rain and pour
To test and grow our faith.

Don’t let Satan fool you,
Don’t let him drown with doubt;
He tries to bring you down
And waits to knock you out.

Put on the shield of faith,
Wear the armor of God.
Reach up high past the night
And fly into His light.

Anne B. Caitlin

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)?

Have a great week and God bless!


Poetry: Mechanical Heart

“Mechanical Heart” by Anne Bree Caitlin. What is this poem about?

Hola, Reader!

Today I am sharing one of my own poems, “Mechanical Heart”. I bet you can guess what this poem is about! Share your “guess” in the comments below. šŸ˜‰


Metal fingers weaving through
A copper metal mind,
Tiny leaves, electric nerves
Zipping through a wire spine.

Little houses, tiny roads,
Pathways to a program
Every cord bearing a load,
Every wire in its place.

Grey dwellings, living orders,
Plotted on a green field.
Zeroes, ones, telling errors,
Off, on, levers of thought.

A drum beat,
Rising heat,
Cheering fans,
Cooling off.

Gentle whirring,
Lightning brain.
Metal burning,
But no pain.

A body with no legs,
A mind with no grey matter;
Compartments for JPEGs,
A housed mechanical heart.

What do you think this poem is about? Did you like it? Do you have any critiques or tips for this poem? Comment below! šŸ™‚

Have a great week! Keep on writing!


“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost

“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost

Hola, Reader!

Here is another one of my favorite poems. It is, as you can tell by the title, “The Road Not Taken”, by Robert Frost. Enjoy!

 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iā€”
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

What did you think? Who is your favorite, and what is your favorite poem? Have you read poems by Robert Frost before? Let me know in the comments below!


Poetry: The Wind and The Oak

“The Wind and the Oak” poem by Anne B. Caitlin

Hola, Reader!

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!


Poetry and An Update

A poem by me and a blog update!

Hola, Reader! It’s been awhile!

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!


Poetry: The Mist of the Morning

Hola, Reader! Today I am sharing a poem I made for a class. I have a few more that I will share later this week.

Here it is:

The Mist of the Morning

A veil covers sea,

And land and soul and sky;

Drawn up o’er the heavens,

Refreshing travelers.

Its cool silken fabrics

Draped o’er ev’ry field

Relax the laden lines

Of every stressed human

Who awakens early;

And conceal creatures

Which hide from all dangers.

These wings of God protect

And heal and care for those

Whom He had created;

Until they rise again

Back up to the heavens

Where God’s enthroned above.

Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know in the comments what you think, and if there’s anything you would change!

Have a great week!


Poetry: Opposites Attract

Hola, Reader! Today is a really short post.

I was lucky enough to have a poetry war with one of my friends, and I spontaneously created this poem. (Isn’t it great when that happens?) I edited it slightly once we were done with the poetry battle to help it rhyme, and here it is:

“Opposites attract;

Perhaps this the reason be

Why my self in one piece stays;

For if the same all my days

I ‘twould fly apart and flee.”

The friend & I were commenting on how different we ourselves are compared to when we are with friends and when we are by ourselves. So this poem spontaneously came into my brain: since there are opposites of nature within us and opposites attract, we stay in one piece.

However, it’s rather strange; because the people who have the same personality and character no matter what situation they’re in are typically more consistent, reliable, and stable. So the “opposites attract” doesn’t really apply to within people, it seems to only apply to people-to-people and electrical charge-to-charge relationships.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the poem! Have a great day! šŸ™‚


One of My Favorite Poems

Hola, Reader!

Today I will be sharing one of my favorite poems (if  not my most favorite). It is rather long (so I will spend less time talking about it ;P), and it is by a poet named C.T. Studd. It is called “Only One Life”.

(Stanza One)

Two little lines I heard one day,

Traveling along life’s busy way;

Bringing conviction to my heart,

And from my mind would not depart;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Two)

Only one life, yes only one,

Soon will its fleeting hours be done;

Then, in ‘that day’ my Lord to meet,

And stand before His Judgement seat;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Three)

Only one life, the still small voice,

Gently pleads for a better choice

Bidding me selfish aims to leave,

And to God’s holy will to cleave;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Four)

Only one life, a few brief years,

Each with its burdens, hopes, and fears;

Each with its clays I must fulfill,

Living for self or in His will;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Five)

When this bright world would tempt me sore,

When Satan would a victory score;

When self would seek to have its way,

Then help me Lord with joy to say:

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Six)

Give me Father, a purpose deep,

In joy or sorrow Thy Word to keep;

Faithful and true what e’er the strife,

Pleasing Thee in my daily life;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Seven)

Oh let my love with fervor burn,

And from the world now let me turn;

Living for Thee, and Thee alone,

Bringing Thee pleasure on Thy throne;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Eight)

Only one life, yes only one,

Now let me say, “Thy will be done”;

And when at last I’ll hear the call,

I know I’ll say “’twas worth it all”;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.”

There’s one extra stanza they have. It is:

“Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last. And when I am dying, how happy I’ll be, If the lamp of my life has been burned out for Thee.”

I hope you enjoyed it! Have a great day. šŸ™‚


Poetry: The Time is Now

Hola, Reader!

Today I am sharing my second piece of poetry. The temporary title for it is “The Time Is Now”, but if you think of a better permanent one, please comment below!

Well, here it is!

The time was golden, the sun was new.

The world beheld- the newfound you.

Opportunity flowed- like river gold.

Each path you followed- each choice so bold.

Your candle ablaze, your soul anew.

Life no haze, wounds were few.

Indestructible body, recklessly daring.

All now see- you rejoicing.

Life is short, opportunity fleeting.

The choice is yours, the life your own.

The world awaits- your ready coming.

The time is ripe, the time is now.”

I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know in the comments below whether you would like to see more poetry, and what you think would make a good title for this poem. Also, feel free to let me know what you think about the poem! I am free for edits and looking to improve. Thank you!

Keep on writing!