Friday, April 3, 2009

Show and Tell - The Quotable Quotidian

I am going to try my hand at a weekly post starting on Thursday. I know everyone has their weekly commitments so you may not be able to join, but I thought I would give it a whirl.

What is The "Quotable Quotidian"

I have written a lot of poetry throughout the years. I think we all know that poets don't make any money so I don't plan on putting together a collection of work anytime soon. However, I would like a place to share my poetry or other literary inspirations. The Quotable Quotidian can be words of wisdom, famous quotes, not-so-famous quotes, lines of poetry, a line from a favorite song, etc. It can be your own insight and creativity or that of another; give credit where credit is due. If you read something or hear something and feel inspired, share it here.

I am working on Mr. Linky for Thursday. If you participate, please put a link on your post to return here so everyone can share. There is a button on my side bar (yah, I have a button now). I also have a parenthood for me button that you can transport to your blog if you desire. I like to travel.
Here is my first entry of the Quotable Quotidian.
This is a poem I wrote about three years ago when TTC. For me writing kind of just spurts out of my brain in unforeseen moments, driving in the car, brushing my teeth, in the middle of the night, etc. This poem popped into my head after one image fluttered across my radar. It was the only poem I was able to finish while grieving and living the maddening life of ART.

Blended words and blended beats
My heart’s concave it needs release
Empty cells nestled near
Absence stirs the mood of fear
The body yearns to seal its fate
And awaits its chance to create
Somewhere lost I might not gain
I’ll nuzzle through despair and pain
Check out the rest of Show and Tell


Beautiful Mess said...

Beautiful poem! I'll have to search my brain for something to post. Thank you!

Terra said...

Very nice poem. I can't handle anymore weekly commitments but I love the idea and might link up every now and then. For now...a favorite of mine comes from a song

"I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance "

LeeAnn Womack

JuliaS said...

My poem writing skills frankly suck.

I completely appreciate good poetry though! So, at least in appreciation skills I am much less sucky. (If you were wondering - I definitely appreciated your poem!)

I'm a bit of a "quote collector" and have amassed quite a bit over the years. Taken off desks, bathroom walls, calendars, from books or songs, etc.

Two of my faves:

(From a desk at a high school we were at for a Solo and Ensemble competition)

"Just when life becomes a habit I barely notice, I meet you - of all people."

The other from a song that was playing on the radio on the way home from my 3rd d&c (it's the Goo Goo Dolls "Iris" from City of Angels)

"And I don’t want the world to see me, ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand; When everything’s made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am

And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming, Or the moment of truth in your lies;
When everything feels like the movies,Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive"

The rest of the song is pretty good too.

Kristin said...

Very nice poem.

Raggedy Ann said...

What a grand idea! I'm not a poet but I love poetry! I want in. As to your question on my blog post, my family is Portuguese and while on holidays here I fell in love, got married and settled down here. But I miss home like crazy (Toronto). As much as I love living in Europe, there are little things that make me homesick. Thanks for your sweet comments on my blog. Feel free to give your Portuguese a try.

Anonymous said...

Oh I think your poem is really nice. I used to dabble in poetry myself in high school and college. I was thinking one up about the 2 ww on Friday before I fell asleep. did it go?

The two week-wait
we hope in vain
and self-debate
on every pain
and hope and pray
and plead and beg
that in some way
said sperm meets egg.

A tug, a pull
a maybe twitch
not useless bull
or barren bitch?

Then in the night
a reddened pool.
We name our fight
hope's biggest fool.

The 2 week-wait
is often cruel.

OK, that took me way longer than it should have to write this post! Haha! You've got me in a poetry frame of mind now!


elizabeth said...

that is a beautiful poem

Cara said...

Wow- that is beautiful. Sadly, poetry isn't my area of written expression..I'll pop over and read though.

beebles said...

very stirring

WiseGuy said...

Great poem! And you are starting a good thing there!

Anonymous said...

Beautiful work .. I'll have to try and join in :)

Bonnie said...

Beautiful poem. Thank you for stopping by my blog!


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