Category: Poetry
29 Days, 11,000 hits. 1,800 followers (1,100 from Word Press!) Read this if you are interested in Pay it Forward Thursdays. PAY DAY
Hey everyone.
One of my New Years Resolutions was to start a blog and to write. It was also to go the gym regularly but that didn’t last too long! The blogging, well I am almost one month into it now and I have no intention of slowing down. I’m loving writing and the blogging community and starting projects like PAY DAY
That being said I started a google + (writingsofamrs Jennifer) account with a You Tube Channel. Here is the address to the Channel it is still under construction but please feel free to sign up (however you do that!?) http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCr13m4Cz8ZUgelYk1Lokudw . The primary reason for this is for the ‘release’ or ‘debut’ of Rays rendition song Gravy Baby, along with any other future projects. Please bare with me because I really am walking in the dark trying to make all of this happen. I really appreciate all of your support and encouragement. If anyone has any helpful info for me on how to manage the You Tube channel etc that would be excellent!
I will be posting an intro video followed by Rays video that you can link to through my blog in my PAY DAY Thursday post around 2:00 pm my time. I will give more info about the upcoming Thursdays collaborations along with some other general information.
I’m looking for other song writers, musicians, DJ’s, performers etc to collaborate with so if you know anyone that might be interested please have them contact me! But make sure that they read my original Pay Day post first. ( I don’t need any emails with people asking me for money!) Any one else that would like to participate please contact me by email, it’s easier for me to keep on top of it that way. writingsofamrs@outlook.com
Thank you again for all of your inquiries. I am doing my best to keep on top of responding to all of the emails and to also keep on top of my comments and my posts and engaging with the Word Press community!
Happy New Year!! My ‘crown’ says Bonne Anne which means Happy New Year in french. (better late then never right?)
3 things poetry is not
I don’t know the first thing about poetry. I don’t think I have ever read a poetry book front to back. I didn’t study writing in college or university.
I wrote one poem a few years back. I decided to share that poem last week. Some people seemed to enjoy it.
I think the acceptance of readers and the encouragement of others birthed something that hadn’t been there before. Like childbirth it was unnerving, scary, becoming responsible for something new.
Like many new parents I had no idea what to do but I knew what not to do. Continue reading
Deep Rooted Yearning
Deep Rooted Yearning
Tossing, turning,
stomach churning,
Heartburn, burning
Deep rooted yearning
For me to arrive
You wake
Rub your belly
Swollen
Swollen with new life
With me
We are connected,
Through life giving ties
That led to my demise
The gift of life
Lies
You will never look into my eyes
Tossing, turning,
stomach churning,
Heartburn, burning
Deep rooted yearning
Longing for me to arrive
Please show support and understanding to the many women who lose a child during pregnancy or childbirth. They will never have the opportunity to look into their child’s eyes.
Please watch this educating video.
http://video.wgby.org/video/2364997083
In the first segment, my cousin through marriage, Carol McMurrich speaks about Empty Arms Bereavement Support that she founded, and the need for support of miscarriage, stillbirth and infant loss. If only such support was available everywhere.
Raw Tragedy
Our neighbor, may she rest in peace, was just taken away in a frenzy of teams of caring, gift and life giving community workers. Lights flashing, fire trucks, ambulance, police cars. These people have some of the hardest jobs, being a funeral director I met my share of these amazing people. I want to thank all of the support workers in the world right now.
No life could be given back tonight.
My heart is heavy.
In the moment unedited.
Flashing lights
Rushing, wrapping, strapping
Signal the end of life
Saviors rushing
In and out
Breath escaping,
In and out
She yells
She falls
Her breath escaping her too
They try,
Try so hard
To return the breath of life
But once the last breath is breathed
So begins the time to grieve
Repeat, Replay
Do you ever feel that you are stuck on replay?
Do you ever do the very things that you tell yourself you want to change or never do again but then turn around and do the same darned thing? Does someone in your life keep telling you things will change only to repeat the same pattern over and over?
I think we all have loops in our lives. I also think that it’s important to break free from them.
When I listen to music I play my new favorite song over and over, to the dismay of all those around me! But this is not the kind of loop I want to break free from. Everyone can block their ears if they don’t like it! Pretty easy solution don’t you think?
Not all loops and repeats in our lives are as easily solved as this.
I don’t begin to pretend I know how to accomplish this but what I do know is that it’s important to be aware of the areas that we are stuck on repeat and attempt break free from them. Identifying that they exist is key.
Who would want to be stuck on replay everyday, or week, or month or year? I don’t think any of us would.
Forward thinking. Not hula hoop thinking.
Photo props: http://www.flickr.com/photos/christianmontone/
Challenge yourself.
Change yourself.
Get out of your comfort zone and stop living life on repeat.
Put down the hula hoop.
Mean what you say and say what you mean.
Excuse me while I go and hit replay again on my iPod.
Now for a poem.
Cloaked
Repeat,
Replay,
Same words everyday,
Stated in a different way.
Upon the sunrise
I want to sing,
Then I see your eyes
They are clouded,
shrouded
Cloaked in empty promises
Memories of a forgotten time
Even the buds are withered
Not yet full grown,
Plucked and thrown
Potential unknown
Repeat,
Replay,
Same words every day
What are you listening to on repeat lately? (Literally or figuratively)
Let me know. Email or comment box.
My top 2 as of late:
Icona Pop – I love it
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxxajLWwzqY
Phillip Phillips – Home
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoRkntoHkIE
Feet Upon It
Today is Earth Day. Be kind to our earth. It’s the only one that we have.
I was inspired to write this poem by the many beautiful posts from Tyler.
Please visit The ancient eavesdropper
Feet Upon It
Water flowing,
Plants growing,
Life showing
Dust and mist
Hovers just above
As slight as a dove
Boulders and rocks
Mountains
Towering high
Like the flocks in the sky
Humidity in the air
Space to share
Wetlands,
Woods
Desserts
Reefs
Lush and sand
Light and dark
This planet
Treats us so well
Lessons to learn
In giving
In nourishing
Our planet,
With your feet upon it
Be gentle with your hand
On the country
That your feet stand
Central Park, New York City USA, July 2012
Gravy Baby
One of my favorite memories related to Sundays are Yorkshire puddings!
I remember the house smelling like roast beef, so inviting, enticing.
Being first generation born Canadian with a British family, meat and potatoes were a big part of my diet growing up and you can’t have meat and potatoes with out gravy! That would be crazy!
My Grandmother and Mother are by far the Queens of making the most fantastic tasting Yorkshire puddings and the gravy…..the best part.
Enjoy the meat and potatoes of life (especially the gravy baby!)
Happy Sunny Sunday
Gravy Baby
It’s like gravy baby,
You and me
Our reverie
Just you
And me
A cup of Chemistry
A dash of Science
A teaspoon of Spirit
A tablespoon of Soul
Nourishment
Flavor
Gravy Baby
You and me
Ingredients
Combined so perfectly
Sweetly
Completely
It’s Gravy baby
In a boat
Our love a float
Flows hot
makes everything tastier
It’s like gravy baby
You and me
Combined so perfectly
For a great recipe on how to make Yorkshire Pudding check out our fellow bloggers site http://beurreblancbaker.wordpress.com/2013/04/13/yorkshire-puddings/comment-page-1/#comment-2
Writings of a Mr.
Introducing writings of a Mr (otherwise known as Alex)
I don’t think you will see much of his writing on my Blog
but maybe just maybe once in a while I will share more of his beautiful poetry with you.
Thank you Alex for allowing me to share this with the ‘world’.
This is my anniversary poem.
Close to me
In my arms,
I hold you close to me
I’ll hold you close,
For all eternity
Since our first moment
We were meant to be
Our love keeps growing,
I feel the energy
And with my hands,
I hold you close to me
I build a home for our family
I hold your face
I stroke your hair
I look into your eyes and gaze
I touch you
Gently
Underneath my fingertips
I feel you shiver
Your body speaks to me
Through my hands
My hands that are yours
And hold yours
Close to me for all eternity
In my eyes
No beauty can come close
To yours
My breath is heavy
Your eyes
They pierce
They’ve captured me
The willing slave of love
I pull you close
Look into the richness that you are
With all that I am
Eyes only for you
In my arms I hold you close to me
It’s where you’re meant to be
I pull you closer
A sweet surrender to my senses
Your skin smells of a flowering shower
Covering me,
Empowering me
You seduce me.
Like a current running through me
The surge feels so right
I’ll hold you tight
Tonight
I taste you
And linger while I do,
I do
Forever I will
Linger with you
Skin on skin.
Look at all that we’ve been through,
Me and you,
You and I
Us
I cannot say enough,
Of how we’ve made what’s tough
So easy,
Breezy
Me and you,
And you,
In my arms,
I hold you close to me,
On our Anniversary
And this I vow,
To you my wife,
To be your rock,
For the rest of our life
I’ll hold you close
I’ll take good care
I’ll always want
To stroke your hair.
Alex making me a sparkler heart at the cottage, we met on Canada Day, fireworks from the beginning!
Sublime Retreat
I love to dance. I always have. I used to love going out to dance clubs with my girlfriends back in my younger days before life took over.
Now I turn on the music in my kitchen and dance like I’m in a club.
I dance for me because it energizes me, releases happy endorphins and reminds me that in those fleeting moments I’m just me.
Jennifer.
Not a mother or a daughter.
Not a sister or a wife.
Not a role model or a coach.
Just me.
It’s these sweet escapes that we often forget to make time for, as we get older, more responsible and entangled with more responsibilities.
I think it’s important as life ticks on by that we remember the sweet things that brought us joy and freedom before we had to become responsible for life and for others.
Always remember the things that made your heart soar, that made you feel free and joyous.
If you can’t remember what that was or if you never have found something that makes your spirit soar I encourage you to find it, embrace it and dance like no one is watching.
Sublime Retreat
Feel the rhythm
Moving through you
The throbbing of the sound
People all around
Heavy breathing
Lights a glow
Moving
The room is warm
The mood is sweet
Lost in the sound
move like no one is around
Lost in the soothing rhythm of the beat
Swept away,
Sublime retreat
Happy Friday!! Cheers to the weekend!!
Jennifer
Shore to shore, what was I born for?
So I was talking with my little guy last night. He is 5 years old and in full day senior kindergarten.
He’s been biting his nails lately so I asked him if anything was upsetting or bothering him. He said that he got anxious at school. When I asked why he said it was with large groups of people. He said everyone wants to play with him (which is great!) but he only likes to play with a few children at a time and when the group gets large it worries him.
Some of us do well in large groups while others prefer to have small groups or even one on one time. While I am all about being true to yourself and listening to your inner voice, there are times that we have to get out of our comfort zones, venture to places that are unknown and uncomfortable for that is where you will find the most growth.
When I asked my son why he thought that he was anxious in large groups he replied
“I wasn’t born for that.”
What a puzzling, wise response.
How does a 5 year old know what he was or was not born for?
Do we not ask ourselves every other day why am I here? Why was I born? What is my purpose?
While I wonder away and stand in awe of my 5 year old that knows and identifies so well with himself and his feelings I will hold him close and reassure him that there is no need to bite his nails and that he was indeed born for me.
Photo taken last spring in Lagoon City, Ontario.
Shore to shore
I will keep you safe.
Follow me.
I will show you how.
Explore,
But not too far,
Learn,
But not too much,
Swim but stay in line
When you get your wings
You may fly,
Oh me oh my,
Follow me
Stay in a row
a learning we will go
You are protected in the row,
Mummy in front,
Daddy behind.
When you fly off into the world
Daddy will always have your back
And I Mother,
Will always be here to guide you,
When you need me.
Oh, little gosling
You swam so sweetly
Followed in a row
Stay, follow me every where I go..
No, it’s time
Open your wings
You need to stretch,
You need to soar
From shore to shore
Oh my little gosling from before,
I know you can fly
I’ve seen you try
But tell me,
How will I say goodbye?
Little guy, otherwise known as Adam
Writings of a Mrs 