I must get on with some class work, but for some reason I thought of putting up a link to a site I found myself returning to many times over the last year or two to grab up some appropriate poetry. It saddens me to read it now. But there are wonderful poems to be found in every category. There are over 1500 poems on Poems for Free which the author welcomes all comers to modify to suit.
Here is one I recall sending out...
Here is one I recall sending out...
I Thought I Must Give Up on Life
I thought I must give up on life
And turn into a stone;
The desert wind quite suited me:
No heart, no mind--just bone.
I thought it would be dumb to try
To want something again;
Wanting turns to need, and then
Transmogrifies to pain.
I laughed at people still in love
Who trusted someone's word;
To make my happiness depend
On faith seemed quite absurd.
I lay alone and wonder-struck,
Sleepless in my bed,
Still numb, still dumb, still ice, ice cold,
Not knowing I was dead.
And then you came and shone upon
My meadow full of snow,
And saw the flowers only love
Could recognize and grow;
And made me feel so beautiful
I shed my cold, cold skin,
And opened up my heart to you,
And, fearful, let you in.
And now, my dear, I am in love,
With all that I've been through.
I know the worst of all the world,
And I believe in you.
--Nicholas Gordon
I thought I must give up on life
And turn into a stone;
The desert wind quite suited me:
No heart, no mind--just bone.
I thought it would be dumb to try
To want something again;
Wanting turns to need, and then
Transmogrifies to pain.
I laughed at people still in love
Who trusted someone's word;
To make my happiness depend
On faith seemed quite absurd.
I lay alone and wonder-struck,
Sleepless in my bed,
Still numb, still dumb, still ice, ice cold,
Not knowing I was dead.
And then you came and shone upon
My meadow full of snow,
And saw the flowers only love
Could recognize and grow;
And made me feel so beautiful
I shed my cold, cold skin,
And opened up my heart to you,
And, fearful, let you in.
And now, my dear, I am in love,
With all that I've been through.
I know the worst of all the world,
And I believe in you.
--Nicholas Gordon
To make my happiness depend on faith- not such an absurd notion even in light of what I went through this past year. Perhaps growing up means acquiring and exercising good judgment over what one has faith in. And faith should begin at home...
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