Poetry Friday - On Sunsets

Hello lovers of the weekend. This week's Poetry Friday is hosted by Carol over at Carol's Corner where she shares a poem that piqued her interest. I think I'm going to follow suit. I've subscribed to 'poem-a-day' from poets.org, and the one below by Elinor Wylie arrived in my inbox earlier this week. 

Sunset on the Spire 

Elinor Wylie

All that I dream

    By day or night

Lives in that stream

    Of lovely light.

Here is the earth,

    And there is the spire;

This is my hearth,

    And that is my fire.

From the sun’s dome

    I am shouted proof

That this is my home,

    And that is my roof.

Here is my food,

    And here is my drink,

And I am wooed

    From the moon’s brink.

And the days go over,

    And the nights end;

Here is my lover,

    Here is my friend.

All that I

    Could ever ask

Wears that sky

    Like a thin gold mask.

I need to read poetry more widely (in fact just reading in general) - I don't always get contemporary form, so this one is a bit of a throwback from the 1920s. I think I was drawn to the imagery and the way it sounded in my head as I read it. 

Hope everyone finds a poem they resonate with to carry them through the rest of the week!

Poetry Friday - Not Now

Whew! It's Friday again. This week's Poetry Friday is hosted by Michelle Kogan so check out the poetry on offer. 

I have quite an active two-year-old. Perhaps it's just part and parcel of the age. Sometimes the idea of going to the same neighbourhood park again and again gets a bit boring, but for the active toddler, or other young child, that plain open field with a few trees and some playground equipment is still full of possibilities.

This week's poem came to mind after my son tried his best to avoid leaving the park to go home. There were still more things to see, and he was determined to get one last look around. I guess it's only natural. We all try to hold onto good times, don't we?

No, not now 

No, I do not want to go,

I'm never going back.

I'm too busy getting dizzy,

It's fun and that's a fact.

No, I do not want to go.

Of course, why should I?

Don't you see I'm merrily

going down the slide?

No, it's much too early.

I can see it with my eyes.

Not as long as there is sun,

hanging in the sky.

Yes, mum, you can go ahead.

Leave me, I'll be fine.

I'll be running in the grass--

How long?

For quite some time.

- (c) e. mauger 

Busy exploring the dirt

Poetry Friday - Yesterday's Poem

Hello Friday, my old friend!

Er, well, in my neck of the proverbial woods it's more like goodbye. It's one minute till midnight and thus the weekend rolls on. But when you're like me and you spend your days chasing after a toddler (or being climbed on!) the line between weekday and weekend becomes less distinct.

Either way, this week's Poetry Friday roundup is at Kiesha's Whispers from the Ridge so check it out and see what all the other poets are up to!

At the moment I'm pretty bummed after hearing about Anthony Bourdain's death. Celeb chef. Explorer of simple questions like how food can colour an experience or highlight cultures--both local and abroad. There's no illusion that any one's life is always bed of roses, regardless of how it looks on the outside. Or whether or not we wished we had what they had. It's always jarring, though, when someone decides to take their life because of it. (wherever you are there's options)

I've been a bit behind in writing anything but I didn't want another Friday to slip away. It'd become another excuse not to keep up the habit. I flipped through my notebook and found an acrostic poem I started drafting some weeks ago. Somehow it seems fitting.

Take care of yourselves, friends.


Yesterday

Yesterday we always chase
Even when the birds do sing, of
Sun and all tomorrow's things.
Try and try with all your might to
Erase the shadows
Reaching out.
Decide from now that there's no before
Accept the now.
Yes, today, no more.

(c.) e. mauger