How do you move on when it’s gone
When you’ve doggedly pieced it back one by one
How do you chose this straw to break?
Do you stay in the comfort of familiar?
Do you stay when you know you’ll never be the only?
When you’ve devoted so much of time and love and body…
You know you’ll never be enough
Your smile will forever be crooked with knowing
Your vocal pain doesn’t bring a halt to his actions
Your body used and then discarded,
more painful than a one night stand…
I am enamored with autumn, and I have been counting down the days til fall since the beginning of August! Today marks the official first day of my favorite time of year. The leaves have begun to blush, the hay has been rolled into bales, and the nights are crisp with the promise of hot apple cider and hearty stews.
The old farm house is heated entirely by wood, and as the nights begin to bite, my husband went out yesterday and chopped down a small pine. We were glad for it the next day, for we were caught in a cold rainstorm as he tried to get his truck to start! Tell me, what do you most treasure about this transitional time of year?
Summer is fading. So, in the light of impending cold, I want to share one of my favorite photos that my camera captured this summer!
Someday i’ll swim to the ocean’s face
and there find seaweed of lace
and of it make sari for Emily’s waist
as she dances the epitome of grace
And the Earth feels at peace as her bare feet kiss her face,
dancing the mezdeke of hope and release
Her arms wreathed in ivory reflect the light of the moon
and her eyes flecked with gold in the glory of the noon.
My Emily, my egyptian rose,
walks the camel’s stride
the goddess is radiant with pride as her gentle daughter over sand does glide
We know of the lives torn apart by the unscrupulous acts of others. We feel the shift in society, and the hushed whispers as crime increases. We know the negative statistics spewed nightly in the news. However, what is the value of a villain?
I have often heard it preached that there is nothing that exists that does not serve some benefit. The famous adage that causes eyes to roll: “everything happens for a reason,” it is said with wagging fingers. These people, ironically enough, can never point to the reason when asked, and generally pass the buck to a higher power.
I began to think of these things as the rate of crimes appear to rise. What is the value of a villain? What purpose does he or she serve? Are we not unified by the affront we feel at the heinous acts perpetrated? Are we not comforted by the notion, that even if we are not the best, we are certainly better than them. We find a sense of belonging in this distinction between us and them. When we can join together in the face of danger and fear, are we not astonished by our own power, our own strength?
What do you think? Can you come up with any value for a villain?
Good morning everyone!
I know that I didn’t post any new material yesterday. My heart was a bit heavy. I want to take a moment to extend a huge thank you to all of you for welcoming my poetry so warmly! I live on a farm (a major transition from Raleigh where I used to dwell) and it has been a long time since I have had anyone to share in the joys of poetry.
I have visited many of your own blogs, and I have been enraptured with the writing I have found there. This community of wordsmiths is truly a wonder, and I look forward to sharing in more of your craftings. I hope you all have a fabulous day.