Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

A Beautiful Poem by Paula J. Lambert

I came upon this pretty poem through Tweetspeak Poetry. I love this site and get a new poem sent to my inbox every day through their Every Day Poems section. Just another way to add a bit of beauty to my day in this hamster wheel called life. :)

Don't forget to stop and smell the roses today! I know I need it.

After the rain.


A Thousand Rumis 

The blue-white sparkle of sunlight
on snow—it's like that. Too much
to take in, too achingly beautiful.
Like starlight: sharp. You shield your eyes
against what is most wonderful,
hide from what hurts. It all hurts.

Better to be blind and deaf
and dumb to it all. No hands,
no face, no way to love.

Still, stumps and wounds, weary,
you would take in more than
a thousand Rumis could sing in chorus,
need to protect yourself from the wonder
of so much beauty in this lost world.

I'm sorry, and sorry, and sorry
for what you must bear, and still,
there is this: you must.

— Paula J. Lambert

Friday, January 25, 2013

Here on Earth

Cold and wet and exhilarating
    Dew christens bare toes - blades between
Chipped red polish - beaded moisture
   Gripping the earth - grounding the soul
                                           ~ christian



Leaves of Grass

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Shel

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Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.


I haven't read Shel Silverstein since I was a little girl. I would read his books from beginning to end. I had forgotten how beautiful this poem was. I'm so glad I re-read it this morning! I hope you are all enjoying your weekend. Remember to find a little beauty out there today! It's there if you look! xoxo

p.s. Please visit Ana and me on Sixty-Two for a GIVEAWAY!


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