Singing Words

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

Story Time

I love stories. I always have and always will. I love to read them, watch them, write them, and hear them. Now, as I have already said, the best story of all is the story of Jesus Christ, but there are other stories that are pretty cool, and over the years, I have absorbed quite a repertoire of stories that I enjoy. 

When I was little, Mom would read my sisters and I books. We would all sit on the couch in the afternoon for about an hour or so and listen to her read us books like Little House on the Prairie and The Chronicles of Narnia. We called it story time. As I grew older and learned how to read those books myself, story time became more flexible. I was constantly reading. I read American Girl books and countless Nancy Drew books. I read stories about princesses and dragons, spells and fairies.

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During high school, the size of the books I read grew. I read classics, like Homer and Jane Austin, and epics, like Harry Potter. I read fairy tales and adventures, historical and contemporary. I also started watching more movies and TV shows, which also have good stories. It's impossible for me to choose just one favorite book (besides the Bible, which would obviously win), but I will compose a list of a few special books.

Anything Jane Austin. I haven't read all of her books, but I will one day. My favorite is Pride and Prejudice, but I also enjoyed Emma.

Narnia. C.S. Lewis does a phenomenal job telling a story that stays with you for all of the right reasons.

The Hiding Place. This isn't a fiction book, but it is so inspiring.

Anne of Green Gables. I love Anne (spelled with a E)! Her quirky adventures and fiery spirit always make me laugh.

Harry Potter. If I really had to choose my favorite books, I would probably choose the Harry Potter books. They really are that good.

The Goose Girl. I really like any of Shannon Hale's teen books, but The Goose Girl is the best!

The Gallergirl Girls. Ally Carters books are so fun to read! This series was fresh and exciting to read.

There are so many more, but these are some of the top favorites. Another day I shall rant on about movies and television shows, but I'm done for now. After I end with this quote from Samwise that really summarizes why stories are so important to us. 

Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.  
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for

Hannah