Wednesday, April 24, 2013

On Outer Peace

The Peace of Wild Things

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Wendell Berry
 
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
 
 

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

On What They Follow

 

Children in a Field

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by Angela Shaw

They don't wade in so much as they are taken.
Deep in the day, in the deep of the field,
every current in the grasses whispers hurry
hurry, every yellow spreads its perfume
like a rumor, impelling them further on.
It is the way of girls.  It is the sway
of their dresses in the summer trance-
light, their bare calves already far-gone
in green.  What songs will they follow?
Whatever the wood warbles, whatever storm
or harm the border promises, whatever
calm.  Let them go.  Let them go traceless 
through the high grass and into the willow-
blur, traceless across the lean blue glint
of the river, to the long dark bodies
of the conifers, and over the welcoming
threshold of nightfall.


-from The Beginning of the Fields
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Monday, April 15, 2013

A Song For Boston

 
 
I just can't get over this terrible event that took place today in Boston. There can never be a good enough answer for why so many happy, healthy people were attacked in the middle of a celebration, poeple who likely had nothing to do with the hate another human felt in their heart...

I know so many people feel the way I do tonight too...

Now when we are all so angry and scared and lost in the wake of this terrible event. It is so important to remember the closest hit up in Boston. It will be a long night for many, many people - victims, survivors, doctors and first responders, 2 deeply grieving familes and many more whose future is now so uncertian. To the law enforcement and their own families. God Bless them all tonight, and in the days that come -- God Bless them all.
 
"Dark Days"
-The Punch Brothers

(for Boston)

Mother, listen to my heart.
Mother, listen to my heart,
Just as one beat ends, another starts.
You can hear no matter where you are
Sister, hide our love away
From the evil we both know.

[Chorus]
It can see you through these dark days,
Though they seem to darken as I go.
Our love will see us through these dark, dark days sister,
'Til it lights the way back home.
Sister, hide our love away.

It can turn the whole world upside down,
Shake it 'til the sky falls to the ground.
We don't have to reap the fear they sow,
Friends, as long as we hide our love away,
In the good they'll never know.

[Chorus]
It can see us through these dark days,
Though they seem to darken as we go.
Our love will see us through these dark, dark days sister,
'Til it lights the way back home.
Sister, hide our love away.

Mother, listen to my heart,
Just as one beats ends, another starts.
You can hear no matter where you are.
 
"Dark Days"
Mother, listen to my heart.
Mother, listen to my heart,
Just as one beat ends, another starts.
You can hear no matter where you are
Sister, hide our love away
From the evil we both know.

[Chorus]
It can see you through these dark days,
Though they seem to darken as I go.
Our love will see us through these dark, dark days sister,
'Til it lights the way back home.
Sister, hide our love away.

It can turn the whole world upside down,
Shake it 'til the sky falls to the ground.
We don't have to reap the fear they sow,
Friends, as long as we hide our love away,
In the good they'll never know.

[Chorus]
It can see us through these dark days,
Though they seem to darken as we go.
Our love will see us through these dark, dark days sister,
'Til it lights the way back home.
Sister, hide our love away.

Mother, listen to my heart,
Just as one beats ends, another starts.
You can hear no matter where you are.
 
 
 
Dark Days
 
 
 

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

National Poetry Month 2013 Is Here!!

Hello there all!

I am sooo glad to be back! I needed a little break, but frankly I got quite a bit homesick for my little home away from home here!


Let's Get it Started Right...
Did you know that it was National Poetry Month?


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The Academy of American Poets and was kicked off in April of 1996.


Just like last year, I will be hosting some poetry material here as well, so get ready!

 After all, I am "The Poetrycooker." Who knows, maybe I'll even get brave and post some of my own material up here - eek!

Got any recommendations, or questions? Send em' my way!