While I was doing some post holiday house cleaning I stumbled upon a poem I wrote years ago. I actually forgot I wrote this until after I read it. I’ll never be a poet, but I do love poetry and dabble in it from time to time. When I write, it tends to be fairly obvious and less articulate, but that can also make it more relatable I suppose. I’m fairly certain this haiku I wrote summarizes situations that everyone has experienced before.
a random meeting
the handsome smile is trouble
Source: Decodollop blog
One of my favorite poems ever written is by Robert Frost. Each autumn I post his poem, Nothing gold can stay. It is obvious that Frost was inspired by the fall foliage in New England when he wrote this poem back in 1923. I hope you enjoy the poem as much as I do.
Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
I had never heard of Joel Derfner’s book, Gay Haiku, until I stumbled upon it on Joe My God last week. The book was originally published in 2005, but has recently been turned into an iPhone App that shares Derfner’s haikus with you. The image included in this post is just one example of the humorous poetry you can expect to find.
Should you be interested in purchasing the book, I’d suggest you contact your local LGBT bookstore or you may purchase it on Amazon.com, here.
I can’t recall how I found this video of Andrea Hope (a poet living in the northwest) but I liked the poem and thought I’d share it.
If you like Andrea, you can find her online at andreahope.tumblr.com or search by her name on YouTube for more poems.
I love poetry but sometimes people fail to see the connection or appreciate this form of prose, so I was really happy when I stumbled upon this video of 15-year old Noah St. John who shared his story at the Youth Speaks Grand Slam Championship late last year. I’d really suggest you watch the full six minutes. I was very touched and think you will be too.
It wets my foot, but prettily,
It chills my life, but wittily,
It is not broken-hearted:
Well used, it decketh joy,
Ill used, it will destroy,
In perfect time and measure
With a face of golden pleasure
On occasion I like to post poems. While visiting blogs I enjoy reading, I stumbled upon a post by The Closet Professor
who wrote a bit about this prolific 19th century poet from Boston and Concord, MA.
What I like about the poem how Emerson uses the meter and rhymes to create images so vividly and beautifully expressed. Regardless, I wanted to say thank you to The Closet Professor for sharing this poem and I wanted to pass it along.
I love poetry even though sometimes I cannot follow or fully appreciate the prose. Yesterday’s Presidential Inauguration featured Richard Blanco reading his poem One Today to the President and the nation. Blanco is a Cuban-American who happens to be gay and lives in New England (Maine to be exact). In lieu of posting the full text (which you can read here), I’ve inserted the video of his reading. His poem stresses unity and the common bonds that touch us all.