Inspiration: I wrote this about a month ago about my marriage and how it began as full of hope and faded into what it is today. My goal is to write something that isn’t utterly depressing soon… maybe some fiction (it’s been a while!) I’m glad you stopped by…. have a beautiful Thursday :)
Inspiration: During our recent snowstorm, I saw this young tree bent from the weight of snow. When I spotted it, I immediately thought that it was nature’s representation of me. Several times, I went outside and shook the snow off of it and it would spring back to the upright position. I have hope that I, too, will bounce back like this little tree.
Inspiration: When I wrote this, I wanted the obvious interpretation to be about snow falling. The photo of the recent first major snowfall in my area might have helped illustrate that conclusion. The underlying meaning has more to do with emotions. In the first four lines, I was writing about ambivalence. The next four lines refer to love, and the final four lines are about the end result when ambivalence and love come together.
I hope everyone had a safe and happy New Year! Did you do anything fun to celebrate? Did you make any resolutions? It’s good to be back from my blogging break and I will be catching up on reading over the next week or so :)
Inspiration: I wrote this recently while struggling with the sadness that settles over me at times. I didn’t have a reason to be anything other than content, which is why this recurring ‘darkness’ gets to me. I don’t understand it, can’t explain it, and never know how long it will last, which is why I fear it. I wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to find a monster in the closet, but at least I can comprehend that… and would have a chance to beat it into submission :)
I hope you have a beautiful Monday. I’m glad you stopped by today!
Inspiration: Death has a way of making me pause and ponder life. I found out Saturday that within the span of a week, a baby was born and died. To me, this is especially sad because I expected the child to have a long life – because many of us do have the opportunity to grow old.
That’s how this poem came about. The phrase “expected life” made me think about my own life and expectations. In this poem, I chastise myself for all the things I don’t do today. It doesn’t often cross my mind that my tomorrows are limited.
I chose the photo because I always pause when I see a cactus growing on a rock. It looks like nothing should be able to grow on rock. But, as I discovered during some recent reading for a story I wrote, the lichen that grow on rocks can indeed provide nutrients for plant life. Interesting, that I have killed a cactus or two in my life. Go figure. They can grow in inhospitable conditions, but they can’t survive my inept care.
This may be my only post this week, as Thursday is Thanksgiving here in the U.S. and in-laws will be at our house. The fiction story I hinted about last week will have to wait another week. Um, that is, if I’m blessed with another week here!
Have a beautiful week, and I hope you embrace today :)