Posts tagged ‘Poetry’

The Gathered Waters

The Gathered Waters He Called Sea

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The pounding of the ocean waves, pummeling the shore…

The deafening whoosh of the waterfall…

The rush of the mighty river…

The babbling of the brook…

The stillness of the gentle lake on a summer day…

The laughing splash of the swimming pool…

The “Ahhhh” of a cool draught of water…

The quiet of the trembling drop clinging to the limb…

The plop as it lands on my nose.

Kenhardt

 

Picture credits: 
Waves: “Waves in pacifica 1” by Brocken Inaglory – Own work. Licensed under GFDL via Commons – https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Waves_in_pacifica_1.jpg#/media/File:Waves_in_pacifica_1.jpg
Water Drop: By Lourie Pieterse (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) or GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Random Poetry Day

I don’t do poetry much. I use the things I learned from studying poetry in my fiction-writing, which rarely feels stilted to me like actual poetry does when I’m writing.

But today I had to drop off Rich at work, and on my way home I simply had to pull over when I caught a view of the ocean that caused me to gasp out loud. Yeah. I live in a place like that. I spent a few precious minutes in the glory of it, but I couldn’t stay longer because words were shaping themselves unbidden in my mind.

So I wrote them down.

Hope you enjoy!

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Breathtaken

written from—Kodiak, Alaska July 2013

I stare at the water, breathtaken.

The pale morning sun turns the ocean an ethereal white-blue,

As though it were lit from underneath.

The gentlest waves touch the shore

With the gentlest sound, barely heard.

I find driftwood.

I breath the air of salt and seaweed.

I stand on a boulder.

My hands raise themselves to the Creator.

My face smiles.

The moment does not soothe,

Nor bring peace.

No.

It stirs my very soul.

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The Art of Alaska

Written from Kodiak, Alaska, July 2013

Sometimes when you live in a place like this,

You weakly choose that word “beautiful.”

Nouns and verbs can’t do justice to the beauty before you.

There just isn’t a word for it.

In any language.

 

Sometimes when you live in a place like this,

You snap a photo then hit delete.

A picture can’t do justice to the beauty before you.

A little bunch of pixels

Doesn’t match the truth.

 

Sometimes when you live in a place like this,

Music stays quiet in your soul.

Notes and rests can’t do justice to the beauty before you.

Though music tries its hardest.

It merely comes close.

 

After all, the Creator is the Most High God.

And we’re, well, human.

But…

 

Sometimes when you live in a place like this,

The music, the picture, the words

Merge with the mountains, the ocean, the wildflower fields before you.

And there, at the confluence,

You capture the wonder.

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Word Nerd: Poetry Month

It’s a little late in the month of April, which is National Poetry Month. Nevertheless, the Word Nerd inside of me is begging to come out and explore the word poetry.

Simply enough, it comes from the Greek poiein, “to make, create, compose.” One of those words that just rings with the simple, vibrant clarity of truth. We are, after all, made in the very image of the Creator of the Universe, yes?

When we create, we are fulfilling our God-given design. May all we do be as a sweet-sounding poem in the ears of God!

God must like poetry…the largest book of the Bible is filled with song and poetry. Not to mention the poetry riffled throughout the rest of the Bible.

But wait! There’s more!

“For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God
hath before ordained that we should walk in them.” Ephesians 2:10.

See that word, workmanship? In the original Greek, it is the word poiema. Yep. Creativity and work are both embedded in the idea of poiein.

Yes, you are–I am–a poem written by the Creator.

Not some hasty glitter-and-glue project.

Not some clay slap-dashed into a shape of some kind.

No. We are each a poem written by the Creator.

May it be even so!

Love and blessings,

Voni

WORD NERD CHALLENGE OF THE WEEK: Find the etymology of the word work, and please, let me hear your discoveries!

I leave you with a poem celebrating America, written by Walt Witman, from the National Poetry Foundation website

By Walt Whitman 1819–1892 Walt Whitman

Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,
All, all alike endear’d, grown, ungrown, young or old,
Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich,
Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love,
A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother,
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Word Nerd Wednesday: Frumious Snark

We’re all guilty of it, right? Snark, I mean? Being Snarky? I used this word talking with a friend of mine the other day, and I was compelled to look into its derivation. (As a Word Nerd, words compel me often. It’s just a fact of my life.)

So, imagine my delight to discover that it was coined by Lewis Carroll in 1876 in a nonsense poem called “Hunting of the Snark.”

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“Hunting of the Snark” by Lewis Carroll, 1876 (from Fit the First)

 “Just the place for a Snark!” the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
By a finger entwined in his hair.

 “Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:
That alone should encourage the crew.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:
What I tell you three times is true.

The Random House College Dictionary (1975) says Carroll coined the word by combining sn(ail) and (sh)ark.

 Webster’s New World College Dictionary (2006) says it is a combination of sn(ake) and (sh)ark.

[BONUS: The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language (1969) doesn’t have the word at all, in any form. Interesting! It was a word just six short years later.]

Either way, Carroll created quite a monster for the hunting. The poem has eight “fits” (as he calls the fairly short sections of the poem) to give it the feel of a good old-fashioned epic. It’s a fun read, especially if you have children who love to hunt.

Wait, what? A snark is an imaginary animal? That certainly doesn’t fit how it is used today, at all. Snark is when you jab someone with sarcasm, right?

Enter “snarky.” As an adjective, it means “touchy, short-tempered, irritable,” but Webster’s New World only gives it “informal” status and no derivation. The other two dictionaries don’t have it at all.

So, okay, maybe we English speakers took the idea of the terrible snark from Carroll’s poem and through the years turned it into an adjective that describes us when we humans act like that terrible beast, and from there turned it into a noun that describes the biting sarcasm we use when we act so.

Not so fast, fellow Word Nerd! The Online Etymology Dictionary says snarky the adjective comes from snark, “to snort,” taken from Low German snarken. Snarken apparently is meant to imitate the sound of a snort. Which is kind of what we’re doing to someone when we’re snarky at them, isn’t it? Giving them a verbal snort?

How frumious!

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Okay, you knew I couldn’t let it go. Frumious is a combination of “fuming” and “furious.” From the seventh fit of “Hunting of the Snark,” and also from Carroll’s “Jabberwocky.”

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

WORD NERD CHALLENGE OF THE WEEK: I love the English language! What other words, like frumious and guesstimate can you come up with that we have created by combining two or more words.

AND A NOTE: My family is so grateful to all those who covered us in prayer after last week’s post on our daughter’s pregnancy. Some of you have been doing so long before that. Others don’t know us, yet still lifted us in prayer or offered support. Thanks! And Blessings back at ya!

Voni

Short Story Tuesday: Flash Fiction Poetry: Date Night

DATE NIGHT: Dinner and a Play

Him…

Dressed up; didn’t see the stain.

Benz broke down; had to drive the Ford .

 Bought her roses; dropped the vase.

Made her dinner; burned the steak.

 Made a joke; she didn’t laugh.

Wrote her a poem; it didn’t rhyme.

 Asked her to dance; ruined her shoe.

His wife giggling, “I love you.”

 

Her…

Failed haircut

            Pantyhose ripped

Missing shoe

            Babysitter late

Tickets forgotten

            Cranky words

Sudden rainstorm

           Her husband’s silly grin and warm hand in hers.

Ever have a date night like this, when everything goes wrong? It’s worth it at any rate to take that time to reconnect with your mate. What was your last date night? When is your next one? I’d love to hear!

Blessings,

Voni