Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Another Kind of Love


Do you have people in your life that are difficult to love? Most of us do. Here's a poem written by a well known and prolific author that addresses this common problem. You might not agree with her resolution, but I just love how she expresses it in words.


Another Kind of Love

by Catherine Cookson

Blood is thicker than water,
It's true. But it indicates you should love
Where you hate.
Don't strain to love your kin,
Put distance between,
And stay away
To prevent ulcers.
And don't question when
The stranger in the street
Tugs at your heart,
For here is your kin,
The kindred spirit puts out its hand,
And shakes,
And awakes love.
So do you meet your mate.
No blood tie here but someone closer
................than your skin.
So don't worry
When you cannot
Love
Your brother,
Or your mother.
Don't wilt, as if under a sin,
You didn't ask for them to be your kin.
So throw away your guilt;
Love is no sin.


Catharine Cookson was born in Tyne Dock, the illegitimate daughter of a poverty-stricken woman, named Kate, whom she believed to be her older sister. She later met and married Tom Cookson, a local grammar-school teacher. In 1968 she won the Winnifred Holtby Award for the best regional novel of the year. Her readership quickly spread throughout the world after that and her many bestselling novels made her one of the most popular contemporary women novelists. She wrote 104 books in her lifetime. Amazing! She died shortly before her ninety-second birthday in 1998.

In Catharine's words: "There are among the bitches those who smile too! These are the ones who do it while cutting your throat"

Hello, Kitty dear!

Hello, Kitty dear!
How are you?

Is it true that you are writing?
How clever
To come all this way
From your background of drink
And fighting,
And, really, no education!
My dear, how you must have worked.
And, of course, to you all the glory.
But tell me,
Did you get
Some educated person
To edit for you
Your story?

This, in so many words, was actually said to Catharine Cookson.


 

Sunday, February 1, 2015

How is the River a Piece of Sky

What a lovely poem. I read this poem several times and still found something new to think about.

One thought I had was how we believe some things to be true that are not true. Yet it gives us great joy. It could be a very innocent thing like 'Santa Claus'. As you get older you learn that 'Santa Claus' is an imaginary person, but you still like the memory of 'Santa' because Santa is a good memory.

When people become parents they keep the allusion of 'Santa' alive so their children can enjoy it, too. It's pleasant to reflect on the innocence of yesterday especially when there is so much sadness in the news.

Today, take time to drop a penny in the river and watch the sky ripple.

The River Is a Piece of Sky

-John Ciardi (June 1916 - March 1986)

From the top of a bridge
The river below
Is a piece of sky -
    Until you throw
    A penny in
    Or a cockleshell
    Or a pebble or two
    Or a bicycle bell
    Or a cobblestone
    Or a fat man's cane-
And then you can see
It's a river again.
The difference you'll see
When you drop your penny:
The river has splashes,
The sky hasn't any.

John Ciardi was the son of Italian immigrants and taught at several university's in America. He left teaching in 1961 to pursue full time writing as a poet and spent some time with the, "Saturday Review" as a staff writer and critic. His love of words and language made him an admired poet in North America during the 1950's and onward. He wrote volumes of children's poetry along with a popular book entitled, "How does a poem mean." I've got to get that book.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Prepare today for tomorrow

Animals and birds don't have to be told the season is changing. They just know.  Now that Autumn is upon us and leaves are turning color and fluttering in the breeze, birds are flocking together and planning their trip south. Many have left, except for the ones that stay all year.

This is a favorite poem I enjoy all year, but especially this time of year. When I read it out loud I hear the words dance. Just like the leaves. It's a happy poem and reminds me to enjoy life in the moment. And not to fear the future. Tomorrow will take care of itself if we take a little time to prepare for it today.


Something Told the Wild Geese

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go.
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered,- "Snow."
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned,-"Frost."
All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,-
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.

Rachel Lyman Field

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Love Can Make a Difference!

My daughter is getting married in one month. Things will change after she and her beloved say "I do." Her love for her husband will grow and she will prefer him more. But that's good. That is the way it should be. She has been and will continue to be a kind and gracious daughter.

Still, I will miss my little girl. She has brought me much joy, especially when she shares stories with me of her hospital work as a nurse. Her stories often make me laugh and demonstrate to me my daughter's strong character and good common sense.

To celebrate her up-coming marriage I am posting a love poem because love makes life wonderful. It can make a simple moment in an otherwise dull day, a moment to treasure forever.

Because of Your Love


Sometimes it feels like summer,
Even on a winter day;
It happens when you smile at me
Or look a certain way.

Sometimes I feel the sunshine
When it's raining from the sky;
It happens when you hold my hand
And when I hear you sigh.

Sometimes it feels like heaven,
Where my every dream comes true;
It happens when you look at me
And say, "I love you, too."


Patricia Ann Emme

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Sabine Sicaud-gifted child poet


The Little Pebbles Song

They think he's silent. Me, I know he's singing,
singing beside the path his little pebble song.
But since he sings so softly, people really
have no idea...
Did he learn in the stream, or on the brooklet's dam,
the flowing waters' secrets? Or did he learn, along the
road, the secrets of creatures passing on their way?

by-Sabine Sicaud

I really enjoyed this poem. When I researched the author I appreciated it even more.

Sabine Sicaud was born in France to loving parents. At eleven years of age, Sabine won a poetry contest and at thirteen years of age she had a poetry book published.

She would be considered gifted in today's world. Sadly, two years later in 1928, she died of a mysterious illness (they now know it as Osteomyelitis). Many of her  poems speak of her journey, first as a curious child, and then later during her illness.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Finding Contentment

I've always been drawn to the simple things in life. No fuss, no muss is my motto. Yes, simple living is the best way to live.

What I like about this poem is that everyone can relate. From the youngest person to the oldest. Sharing simple things can bring a whole lot of joy. We don't have to spend a lot of money to bring joy to someone's day. If you don't think so, I dare you to try it and find out for yourself.

The Orange
-by Wendy Cope

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange-
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave-
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park,
This is peace and contentment. It's new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I'm glad I exist.

Monday, March 10, 2014

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone!


Each day brings new opportunities along with responsibilities. If we look forward to each day with confidence and excitement it will affect the end results greatly. Sometimes the end results won't be exactly what we had imagined. It might even be better! Being faithful to our obligations and commitments is where we begin. How our attitude and our spirit responds to events in our day is the key to achieving positive results.

It's good to stimulate your mind with strong uplifting ideas of what you wish to accomplish. All the great inventors and philosophers did just that. Fresh opportunities might just be around the corner, even in the midst of our obligations. I hope you choose to make this day a great day in your progress toward an exciting life.

The picture below is taken by me when I was in Alaska a few years back. It was a lovely walking trail that took us through a Carolina forest. The sights of tall straight coniferous trees and large leaves on dark green undergrowth was awesome.

TODAY IS MINE

by Myrtie Fisher Seaverns

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone.
We've no promise of tomorrow.
May I live today with faith and trust.
Nor care nor trouble borrow.

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow is yet to come.
May I fill today with loving deeds,
Close sheltered by love and home.

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow may never be.
May God give me strength to live this day,
Then I'll face tomorrow free.

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow is not yet mine.
God help me use the hours today
According to His design.

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow yet seems far away.
The golden hours of today are mine;
In God's hands is each new day.

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow but looms afar.
May I strive to live my best today
Guided by God's own star.