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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Morning
I am definitly a morning person. I meant to sleep in today since I do not need to be at work until noon, but 8AM rolled around and I woke up! I was actually happy to see that once again I woke up to no rain in New York, and there was nothing but sun and massive amounts of cars speeding past my house in the morning. I like when I can enjoy the weather like this...it's so easy to appreciate! However, the other day I was looking through my poems and realized once again why I don't usually mind the rain:
The Rain Isn’t All That Bad
Raindrops,
Stain my window,
I stay inside to watch them fall.
The lilies bloom to womanhood;
You caress the petals of my cheek.
Emerald paints oak branches
While maple trees grow their hands.
The clouds slowly scatter
While the sky stands naked
And dries the grass
We walk over hand in hand.
You stand at the doorstep
Holding fresh daisies behind your back
Offering picnic rendezvous’ under apple trees
Where we can digest the blossoms
And laugh. What devils we are,
Murdering plants for survival.
We never thank the rain in grace
For keeping us alive.
And we never ask the stormy nights
To lock us in the house,
And eat popcorn at the fireplace,
Only to fall asleep on the couch.
Raindrops,
Stain my window,
I stay inside to watch them fall.
(c)Kimberlee LaClair
The Rain Isn’t All That Bad
Raindrops,
Stain my window,
I stay inside to watch them fall.
The lilies bloom to womanhood;
You caress the petals of my cheek.
Emerald paints oak branches
While maple trees grow their hands.
The clouds slowly scatter
While the sky stands naked
And dries the grass
We walk over hand in hand.
You stand at the doorstep
Holding fresh daisies behind your back
Offering picnic rendezvous’ under apple trees
Where we can digest the blossoms
And laugh. What devils we are,
Murdering plants for survival.
We never thank the rain in grace
For keeping us alive.
And we never ask the stormy nights
To lock us in the house,
And eat popcorn at the fireplace,
Only to fall asleep on the couch.
Raindrops,
Stain my window,
I stay inside to watch them fall.
(c)Kimberlee LaClair
Sunday, July 5, 2009
After Work
Sometimes I wish that gas was not so expensive so I could drive all the time. I love to think about the songs I am listening to, the air passing my window (when there is no rain or cold!) and the silence that can be so haunting.
My novel actually will have a large focus on driving. I have done a lot of driving in my life, especially over the past two years for the simple purpose of work. However, that is one of the only hints you will have towards my novel. The rest is a secret. I find some comfort in having that secret available to me.
Today is the same as every other day for me. I am fine with that as well. I worked and I thought about my life, trying to think poetic at times as well as thinking in narrative form (it helps my writing process).
I hope someday to touch people with my writing style. I also hope to find inspiration to write poetry on my blog. It has been a while. Sometimes I worry I will never write it again! However, I know that's pretty silly...it always comes back!
My novel actually will have a large focus on driving. I have done a lot of driving in my life, especially over the past two years for the simple purpose of work. However, that is one of the only hints you will have towards my novel. The rest is a secret. I find some comfort in having that secret available to me.
Today is the same as every other day for me. I am fine with that as well. I worked and I thought about my life, trying to think poetic at times as well as thinking in narrative form (it helps my writing process).
I hope someday to touch people with my writing style. I also hope to find inspiration to write poetry on my blog. It has been a while. Sometimes I worry I will never write it again! However, I know that's pretty silly...it always comes back!
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