Wordless Wednesday – Fencing

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by Mary Bach

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Looking Back

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To keep on moving forward
sometimes you need to look back,
and remembering where you came from
can help you stay on track.
 
It’s hard to know where you’re going
when you don’t know where you’ve been,
cause sometimes the road is circular,
and your back where you started again.
 
If you can make peace with yourself
you can run without being hounded,
and honor what you’ve been through,
cause to fly, first you have to be grounded.
 
So don’t forget where you came from
and everything you’ve been through,
cause the hurts and  the joys that leave their marks
are the things that make you you.
 
To keep on moving forward
sometimes you need to look back,
and remembering where you came from
can help you stay on track.
Picture and words by Mary Bach.

April, National Poetry Month

“Heaven deliver us, what’s a poet? Something that can’t go to bed without making a song about it.” ― Dorothy L. Sayers

Today begins National Poetry Month, no fooling!  It was started by the Academy of American Poets to help increase awareness of poetry in our very prosaic existence.  Here is a link to thirty ways to celebrate poetry.

Another way to celebrate (if you like celebrations with lots of agony (no, not 50 shades of agony)) is to try writing a poem a day for the month of April.  If you’re interested have a peek here: http://www.napowrimo.net/

And if you write a poem a day anyway, just because you are that creative and disciplined, you probably aren’t wasting time reading something like this; and by the way, I sort of hate you.  Well, not really, not hate – I guess it’s more like envy.  And that’s still not good, I know, but I”m working on it.

I’m going to do the NaPoWriMo poem a day challenge on another blog I have that’s not on WordPress.  I’m feeling a bit panicked, because I haven’t been writing ahead with a week or two worth of poems on in reserve.  In fact I haven’t even written today’s #1 poem yet. *gulp*  But I will in a few minutes.  If you’re interested you can have a peek here: http://writinginthebachs.blogspot.com/

And just because I can’t really talk about National Poetry Month without having a poem in the post I’ll include one that I wrote awhile back and still sort of like:

Treasure

Fingers reach
to pick
coral, shells, stones and bones
littered across memory’s beach.
Sands collects
water disburses
air feeds fire.
We stir the cauldron and reflect.
Bury your treasure deep –
golden moments silvery seconds
no matter the lock
they will not keep.