A Beautiful Sight - Underpass Graffiti Poem

Photo Credit: Ed O'Keeffe

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1807)

Hello April - It's National Poetry Month! Over the next few weeks I'll be sharing all things poetic here at Calendar Gal.

The Promise

New Year's Eve, NYC, 1965 by Joel Meyerowitz

THE PROMISE 

At the hour when words will not do

Promise me this

Nothing

Instead let your lips part on skin

Here and there

Softly

Along my brow

And cheek

Be

But speak not for these ears to hear

For one

Moment

Bite back on those little words that

Long to be

Free

At the bottom of your breath hold

Tight to them

And to me

                By Nancy Sima

Hello April - It's National Poetry Month! Over the next few weeks I'll be sharing all things poetic here at Calendar Gal.

Note to Self...

 Photo Credit: http://www.sweetonveg.com/2010/09/notetoself/

Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

—Naomi Shihab Nye

Hello April - It's National Poetry Month! Over the next few weeks I'll be sharing all things poetic here at Calendar Gal.

Even a Pine Tree Can Dream...

My heart skips a beat for this poem - such a lovely thought.

Jack Brauer  http://www.mountainphotographer.com/



On A Bare Hill's Top...(aka The Pine Tree)

On a bare hill's top, in the North, wild and cold,

A lone pine-tree somewhere stands;

She dozes, swaying, all covered by snow

With a mantel from feet to a head.

She sees in her dreams: in a faraway desert,

In lands where the sun enters skies,

Alone and sad, on a rock's sunburnt lather,

A beautiful palm-tree abides.

By Mikhail Yurevich Lermontov (1814-1841)

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, November, 2000

Hello April - It's National Poetry Month!Over the next few weeks I'll be sharing all things poetic here at Calendar Gal.

Are You Ready For Some Poetry?

In a couple of days it will be April. It's a fine month for tip toeing in the tulips and dancing in the rain but April is also National Poetry Month.

In honor of all things poetic, I will be featuring some of my favorite poems here at Calendar Gal in the upcoming weeks.

Here's a preview...one by me.

DEMOLITION HEART

Original Art By THE BOY

Deny

Every tender feeling and

Memory that lingers,

Overthrow Truth, it's only words

Let the past fall away to invention

In spite of

Tomes that remain on

Ink stained hearts. Deny it all,

Over and over again till you believe it true,that you

Never loved me and I never loved you.

                  By Nancy Sima