Twisted Queendom You twist and turn on a mission to be who they think you should. Your confidence, gait, that winning smile whirr in a blender of self-doubt and defeat. All efforts to assuage them go unnoticed, you are not … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Poetry
So, November thoughts abound…
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Novemberish The yellowness of the November trees cast a warm and cozy glow over my melancholy. A hue that comforts and silences. I bend towards exercise but stretch and snuggle further under the heating pad warmed down comforter. A sort … Continue reading
So, a chasm can’t easily be filled- a poem
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The world’s best wines A 5 star meal Binge watching a show A kiss from your love None can fill the gap The pain is too great Earthly pleasure won’t suffice Leaning on a friend Crying until tears can’t come … Continue reading
So long overdue for a poem; I’m drowning in disbelief
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I’m drowning in disbelief. The queen of my story is gone. Never to return until the ethereal event in the sky. My reason for being and my reluctant best friend. At times we seemed like foes, the ties were superhuman. … Continue reading
So, apparently no good deed is true- a poem
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Frustrated to the brim is how days are ruled Running is a dream but leaving is not a choice The need to cry is great but I cannot reveal the tears Like the boy crying wolf, with each time meaning … Continue reading
Poetry can be found everywhere and in many things, even in blogging…
I was watching one of my new favorite spy shows today on my Amazon-The Americans, and I realized that the Russian language can be very beautiful and even poetic sounding. I was in the shower and listening to it and I think if I had been watching the people and listening, I would not have picked up on the beauty.
I always thought that Russian and German and many of the Eastern European languages sounded a bit harsh, with no melody. And, I am not against those people or anything, I am of German heritage. I just never thought that they held the romance that French or Italian does. Then, I heard someone speaking Russian at Barnes and Noble one day and I thought that it was French. I guess maybe different regions speak it in different ways with different accents. Very similar to the way that the U.S. is with Northern accents, Southern accents and Midwestern accents.
So between that day and this television show, I realized that if we listen close enough or even look close enough that poetry and beauty is all around us in so many situations. That person that angrily beeped when you didn’t go through the light fast enough could be coming from the house of her sister who has dementia and maybe she in a hurry to get to her job to help pay the bills for them both. Or, that annoying person that answers for an insurance company when calling about claims that has a thick accent and can’t seem to understand anything, she/he is working for nickels and learning English in the process and for them it is a great feat.
I am sometimes the person honking the horn, and I am sometimes the one who gets annoyed. In the midst of my annoyance, I truly do try to think of people and though they may seem selfish or dense, who knows what is going on in their life. There are tons of things that happen where ugly and evil are written all over these particular incidents. But somehow, in the midst of a storm in life, you will hear something beautiful. Like the mom who forgave the person who killed her son. Or the person that risked their life to get one more person out of the burning building. I do not know how I spun hearing the Russian language spoken on a show into all of this. Nevertheless, beauty and poetry are everywhere, and our creator is the author and artist of it all.
Simply~
Dee
