Hello! Time rushes by, but I try and live it out. ACT, college duel enrolment class, and trunk or treat! But right now, I want to just post some of the poetry that I wrote last month. Something got into me and I just wrote poetry in my journal for a while. I never considered myself a poet, as I prefer writing stories in novel form, but looking back at my writing life, I see poetry scattered everywhere.
I often use poetry to praise God, which makes me think hard about who God is (as I need to find a word that rhymes with bold or glory). I hope you enjoy these little pieces of art that came out of me! And I hope that they inspire you to follow your creative side, exploring new things and old things alike!
Smelling Roses
Why do we need to smell the roses?
Who ever made that up?
What does a rose do to bring us money?
How could it ever help?
Maybe we don't need to smell the roses,
But still if you bend down low,
You'll see why you'd want to smell the roses,
For when you do, life seems to slow.
Note: I actually have stopped and smelled the roses many times. You should try it; they smell nice!)
Hot Showers
The warmth seeps through,
colliding with cold
Running through all,
comforting, bold
It rains on the ice,
melting the core
It washes out chills,
until you want more
The temperature rises,
relaxing your day
You don't want to leave,
you just want to stay
You stay one moment longer,
but then you must go
And all of the fire
will soon turn to snow
Floating Leaves
Something stirs in each of us, then cool weather starts to fall.
It makes us want to touch the sky and land in a leaf pile.
All of a sudden hopes spring up and our souls just churn away
In the joys of autumn breezes, knowing a change will come our way.
Puddles
I find it rebellious,
to walk in the rain.
For now people avoid it,
though it doesn't cause pain,
We're spoiled on umbrellas,
which ruin the fun.
I'll learn to walk in the rain,
and the dance and then run.
Note: It poured rain this day, and the wetness drenched me on my way to my car from class. But I experienced a new-found freedom of walking in the rain.
The Ballet
Something about watching ballet
makes me sit up a little taller.
Something about watching ballet
makes my feet point inside their shoes.
And when I come home from watching ballet
and I encounter a flight of stairs,
Just watch as I climb them gracefully,
trading my jeans for a tutu and flats for pointe shoes.
Note: I watched Royal Ballet do Manon this day. So exquisite!
Odd Silence
/looking at nothing
where something used to be.
/missing someone
I didn't even know.
/feeling an absence
I never knew was full
/an odd sort of silence
which was never very loud
Note: I wrote this poem in honor of our last gerbil who died. I hadn't played with the gerbils much since the first pair we adopted, but my head still instinctively turns to look at the empty cage in the bathroom.
At the Cross
You are God
You are King
You are worthy of everything
So here's my heart
You've made it new
In every moment, help me to follow You!
Have a lovely day, and make something new, be it a poem, dessert, or hairstyle. God's given us creativity, so let's be creative!
Hannah
