Tag: poetry

Reflections on Paradise Lost

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Despite being a voracious reader, I’ve always been intimidated by Medieval and Renaissance literature. So I had somehow gotten this far in my life without reading Paradise Lost. But in preparation for teaching a British Literature class this fall, I decided it was time to overcome my fear. In the Christian Guide to the Classics series, I discovered that Leland Ryken had written a guide for Paradise Lost which I found invaluable during my reading. It broke the text up into manageable sections and provided a summary of the plot that helped me follow along. Additionally, the questions and ideas that Ryken explored made the book more fascinating…

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NaPoMo: Waiting

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A muted and still afternoon, like all the world is waiting for the heavy clouds to break loose and flood us with a violent downpour. Like we’re all just waiting for life to happen to us– waiting to be drenched in the raw pureness of reality– hoping the rain will wash away our nightmares and leave us with a world reborn. – SDL

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NaPoMo: Acrostic

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One of my friends is celebrating National Poetry Month by featuring a different poem form each day on her tumblr. She is encouraging others to follow along and write their own poems in each form. I am a bit behind, so this is the poem I wrote for the one she posted yesterday, an acrostic. Slipping into our view at last Promising sultry summer days Renewing hope in sunshine. Inebriated by sunlight, we make New attempts at this thing called life Giving thanks for every moment. ~ S.D.L

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NaPoMo: Street Song

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Welcome to April, National Poetry Month! To celebrate, I’ll be posting poems here through the month, and will attempt to write some of my own! So here is a poem I stumbled across today in a new book of poetry… Street Song Like an eddying willow leaf I stand on the street and turn: people, both ways coming and going around me, swirl: probably I am no stiller– detached; but gold is coming into my veins ~ A.R. Ammons

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Cocoons of Comfort

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I don’t belong in this place… where umbrellas and raincoats shelter us from the cold, stinging wetness of life. Where we protect ourselves from the bombardments of rain— tiny, brutal reminders that we exist. Where we wear gloves to avoid touching the rawness of the world. Where we scurry through life in our cocoon of comfort— not thinking perhaps coccoons are really coffins and comfort means we aren’t actually here. That which hurts is alive. – 12/15/12

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Autumnal Poem

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Fall is my favorite season for many reasons, one of which is that it always inspires me to write poetry. This is the result of several drafts over the past week or so… Leaves drift like golden confetti, Their skeletons rattling across concrete— Celebrating the slow decline of summer, sun, and life. Birds gather nervously, afraid to miss their Pilgrimage towards that glowing star. The sacrifice of burning leaves on alters to the sun Stain the air with pungent, smoldering ashes. Sunlight seeps through the brave remainder Of yellowed leaves still clinging To the memory of warmth. Cornstalks crackle with…

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Incongruity

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Incongruity In spring they make small splashes through the slush and hopeful puddles. In summer they slip softly over warm grass and rejoicing earth. In autumn they bump through skeletons of summer leaves and frenzied wind. In winter they leave rounded swirls in pure snow and frozen dirt. Garbage cans. – Savannah Liston

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I’m Back!

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You know the feeling, when your parents were gone, you were at home having a great time and then the front door opens and a voice calls, “I’m back!” I hope that’s not how you feel. I hope you are more excited about me coming back to my blog. If you are tired of a blogger blogging on their own blog, well, then don’t read their blog. Did you have a good Christmas? We did. It was the year of warm things for me, a blanket, new coat, slippers, etc…but it was rather ironic because on Christmas Eve when we were…

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