Pallid beauty Engaged upon the Earth Rousing the lands and Sharing her inner mirth Exempt from death until Perpetual death grasps hold Hades pulling her down beneath Once Summer turns cold Never again to be seen Except on Spring's threshold
by K, Copyright 2013
*I've been thoroughly enjoying the mythology book I've been reading lately, especially taken with Demeter and Persephone. Maybe it is the mother in me?
Click to view some amazing art I've found on the web: Hades abducting Persephone Demeter Persephone Here are two quotes (and my thoughts) that I have loved, pertaining to Persephone and her mother, Demeter, from Mythology: Timeless tales of Gods and Heroes by Edith Hamilton: "But all the while Persephone knew how brief that beauty was; fruits, flowers, leaves, all the fair growth of the earth, must end with the coming of the cold and pass like herself into the power of death. After the lord of the dark world below carried her away she was never again the gay young creature who had played in the flowery meadow without a thought of care or trouble. She did indeed rise from the dead every spring, but she brought with her the memory of where she had come from..." I think that quote is true for all who have suffered in their life. Those who have struggled and truly suffered have been to a place where many haven't. They may once again find themselves in the "normal" world, but they bring with them those memories that cause them to see what others can't.
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"The Olympians were "the happy gods", "the death-less gods", far removed from suffering mortals destined to die. But in their grief and hour of death, men could turn for compassion to the goddess who sorrowed and the goddess who died." What a thought! A god or goddess who has experienced what immortals do, amidst all the other gods who are destined to never fully understand or comprehend the magnitude of such an experience.
Vivacious flowers arranged beautifully Among the dinner plates tonight Sweet smells wafting across the table Entangling my senses just right
by K, Copyright 2013
*This was written last night after viewing the beautiful flowers my daughters both recieved after their dance recital from Daddy. They are a wonderful addition to our dinner table... This poem is also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry, please click here to view the other poems being shared by other poets this week.
Daughters twirling And swirling on stage Nothing matters in that moment Caught in my heart- Endless for all time
by K, Copyright 2013
*My daughters had a dance recital this weekend, and my favorite part is watching and recording them during their dress rehearsal. Everytime that moment comes I am filled with so much joy at seeing them perform something so magical and beautiful that they've worked so hard on for so many months...it brings tears to my eyes. I love watching them put so much effort into something so special and watching their happiness unfold at being able to accomplish something they've set their minds to. Those are the little things, the moments to cherish and remember.
Remission is hopeful Even through the pain Many tears and needle pokes In the arms of Children And the hearts of parents Destined to End in... peace by K, Copyright 2013
*This was inspired by one of our many trip to the Childrens Hospital for my oldest to recieve her Remicade Infusions. This photo was taken during one of her infusions.
Voices of our Earth Inscribed upon our surroundings Bursting from a family's hearth Rising from beneath the waters Angelic chirps from hopping crickets To rustling leaves upon the breeze In the prickers of the thickets Orange fat fruits high in the trees Noises of our Earth hold strong Singing a beautiful, original song
by K, Copyright 2013
*This poem was written in response to Poets United word prompt voices.
I've always been a writer, short stories mostly. But with the way my mind is constantly drained these past few years, I have stories dancing within, but no concentration or energy to get them down on paper. I was thinking last night about how poetry seems to be my outlet now, as opposed to traditional story writing, and wondered if putting my stories into poetry is something I could give a try. So my mind wandered, grandly, to epic poems, and wondered...could I? So I did a little searching and realized I completely don't understand the form that was explained for traditional epics, no matter how many times I read about it on different sites. So that would be out the door. But then I stumbled upon the 9 muses in Greek mythology, and was instantly intruiged beyond turning back. Every site I searched on how to write an epic poem included the step of invoking one of the 9 muses (mostly suggesting Calliope, the muse of epic poetry). However, I was entranced when I stumbled upon Melpomene, the Greek muse of tragedy (as I most love tragic stories). My breath was taken away once I started searching over statues of Melpomene, seeing how beautiful they were, and how amazingly eerie her mask looked. How magnificent! The thought of invoking a muse to help my poetry flow leaves my mind and fingers tingling. Now...I need to think.
My heart withers on the vine. My fingers reach and stretch across the earth to find. I wish to hear that note, that familiar song. But now I'm blind; I hear only silence, feel only cold. There's too much, and it makes me cry. There are no soothers or sayers to wipe my tears clean. So I just grow around these cluttered things. I don't take flight, I have no wings. I weave and wind across the time, with blackness cluttered, trailing behind.
by K, Copyright 2011
*This is not a recently written poem, it has been a couple of years.
Always lingers Never fully leaves X marks the spot In my mind where it weaves Engraved upon my markings To my stomach it cleaves Yin to my yang, though no peace it brings
by K, Copyright 2013
*Yet another acrostic poem. I am really beginning to view this type of poetry in a new light, and I like it!
Fancy dresses And a pretty princess In a world of magic Running from an evil villain Yelling spells and throwing potions That explode into an array of colors As prince charming comes to the rescue Leading to a beautiful wedding Ending in a happily ever after
Eternally mine, My memories Old and new. The impressions deep In my soul, Only visible Never
by K, Copyright 2013
*This was my very first acrostic poem, at least my very first serious acrostic poem that wasn't just someone's name written down. If you aren't familiar with acrostic poetry, the first letter in each line spells a word that the poem is about....
was a day of peace upon the couch as I watched my hard work from the night before unfold like magic. Little eyes bouncing from one plastic egg to another; baskets emptied upon the floor. Hearts swelling with joy, looking upon the road scattered with the promise of new beginnings.
She flips the switch to hide her grief in the shadows... even from herself. The darkness emanates around her as she lashes out at the hummanity that she openly loathes, but quietly longs for.
by K, Copyright 2013
*This was inspired by Elena's craziness in The Vampire Diaries after Jeremy was killed.
*This poem is a haiku of sorts. I really enjoy writing haiku poetry, but have a big heart for fairytales and fantasy of the like. So I've sort of combined them for my own enjoyment. This haiku is about Rapunzel.
powder blue face, pink fingers, and purple toes- sidewalk chalk
by K, Copyright 2013
*This poem was written for the word prompt "colored" over at Poets United. I am loving that I have found that blog, as I find myself thinking about their word prompts all day until I come up with some kind of a poem. Keeps my mind focused on something. I also created a paper doll set over at my paper doll blog with this poem. Click here to view that.
