Thursday, April 17, 2008

Sonnet-To Poetry

Poets! True friend of all the world thou art!
Our peering eyes see scientific earth
Yet thine still see fair beauty with thine heart
And form the treasured words of home and hearth.
We seek to know, thou seek to freely love
The wonder of our dull realities
With imagery we dare not try. Above
Our research, sours thy creativities.
So claim thou not we drag, nor tear, nor drive;
Nature demands devotion true and wise
From we who touch the tree and knowledge strive
And thee who feel the dreams of tamarinds.
By each, some betterment the other find
To forge a bridge between the soul and mind.

"Sonnet-To Science" by Edgar Allan Poe

Science! True daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thine peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart?
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities:
How should he love thee? Or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not leave him in his wondering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
And driven Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?

Sunday, January 27, 2008

On what I lack

With but one word, I bloom or wilt.

My presence lifts a man to king;

but should I leave, that king is dealt

a blow that changes everything.



In maiden hearts, my strength is rare

and oft' depends on looks of men

to know if she be plain or fair

and find reflection based on them.



Yet children know me best of all

by father's praise and mother's smiles

until their questions make them stall

and they begin to choose their miles.


In excess, I am folly's friend

but lacking, I am foe to fame.

And lost, I may be found again

by any who but know my name.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

My Life, My All, My Why

She is the continuance of myself,
the very essence of my living soul
which lives beyond my days.

She is my everything;
my purpose, my success, my dream,
my responsibility, my world.

She is my courage and worry,
strength and weakness, reason and insanity;
my motivation for being.

She is my daughter.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Mondays

Mondays always find me awash in wave upon wave of potential for the coming week. The world seems to almost be reborn for me on Mondays. There's a sense of forgiveness for the efforts of the previous seven days and a newness that is almost surreal. A divine weekly New Year's celebration complete with resolution opportunities. And so, eyes forward, past behind, I will enjoy this morning because I won't see it again for seven days.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Hairspray

If you haven't seen this musical, you should. I just love it! It has such a great message. My daughter and I watched it this evening and she really enjoyed it. It was interesting though because I had to explain segregation to her. She had a hard time understanding the huge divide that existed during that time. She was astonished to hear that those attitudes actually existed and that there are even some people today who still feel that way. She is a remarkable child!

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Instilled.

In faith, do swear and open ear
or feign to listen still.
For truth be told as ought to hear
and words profaned, instill.
May honesty and loyalty
be granted and received.
Twice gifted then with dignity
and friendship not deceived.
With trust in man and mystery,
though will is quite your own,
choose well your friends; no enemies;
and kindness always show.
Be gentle and forgiveness grant
yourself and those who wrong.
Lonely those who find they can't
for meekness makes you strong.
Be sure to laugh eternally,
and hold your mem'ries dear.
Take care to learn from tragedy
and cherish every tear.

Each breath is blessed, each smile a joy,

each heartbeat heaven-sent.

And all the world to be enjoyed

until our minutes spent.