I will have poetry in my life!


Lilacs in turquoise vase

It’s National Poetry Day and of course I have a blog of my favourite poems:

I will have poetry in my life!


reading : cold mountain

I have not gone past chapter one, but it’s good so far.  I have to stick to this and finish no matter how long it takes.  I’ve picked up a couple of books that I didn’t continue with.  I didn’t finish a book last month and I should be able to get one in this March.  Anyway, it’s almost the end of the semester so I should have enough time for this.  I hope I really love this book.  Given my schedule, I can’t afford to read anything but the best stuff since there will only be a few books that I’d be able to finish this year.

At my dormitory this is what I picked up and have been reading the last two nights:

I have been drawn back to poetry again lately.  I have opened my Shakespeare and Neruda which I haven’t been able to do for some time now.  Poetry always has a way of making life make sense to me the way that everything else can’t.  Minot is good.  I just picked this up at random at Booksale.  Her work is proving to be something I can relate with but still leaves something for me to think of.  I don’t quite get what it is but I know I don’t have to.  All I have to know is that there is some trailing meaning after I have read the last words, which I may or may not figure out but will leave me thinking… and feeling.

I haven’t finished yet.  When I am through everything, I’ll pick out my favorite poems or lines and I’ll share them.

God, I have missed reading!

someone like you

Adele at home performing Someone Like You

I heard that you’re settled down
That you found a girl and you’re married now
I heard that your dreams came true
Guess she gave you things I didn’t give to you.

Old friend why are you so shy?
It ain’t like you to hold back or hide from the lie

You’d know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised in a summery haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

Nothing compares, no worries or cares.
Regrets and mistakes they’re memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
I’d hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded,
That for me, it isn’t over

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don’t forget me, I beg, I remember you said:
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead”

sri chimnoy

“The outer mind is like the surface of the sea. On the surface, the sea is full of waves and surges … But when we dive deep below, the same sea is all peace, calmness and quiet, and there we find the source of creativity.” ~ Sri Chimnoy ~

I don’t know Sri Chimnoy.  But I like this thought.  It goes with my state of being right now.  I’ve only just read about him in CNN’s article of the 10 Works of Literature That Were Really Hard to Write.