a stone in the cemetery
holds my heart
This poem was written for the prompt, seashells, for StorySaturday on Twitter who gives a new prompt each week.
On the golden sand
pinkish shells spread out in jagged bunches
the sea calls from the deep
I wrote this poem not too long ago about my thoughts on nature, and how man tries to imitate it with his own creation. Below you can either read it, or watch in video format.
Beauty and magic
are found in nature
where the urban
only hopes to
of sacred and pure
these peaks stand
This world darker it
grows, compelling me
to the mountains
of what my heart,
soul yearn for
No city or wealth
created by man’s
hands can provide
crafted by earth
Now I understand
the soldiers’ need of
retreat to the
to a place where true
by man’s hands
I’m continuing a series I began on my other blog (Only the Lonely Press), Dead Poets Society, with a poem by Edgar Allan Poe:
My entry for June’s challenge:
summer heat wave:
mayhem, screaming everywhere I go
the breeze whips the wet clothes
fresh linen smell
My poem, The Dream, was selected to be included in this month’s anthology with Visual Verse 🙂 Click on the VV’s link to see the image used for this month’s inspiration. Enjoy writing poetry and like to participate? Be sure to sign up for their newsletter to be notified of next month’s image.
I dreamt of my sister last night
as I watched her walk down a road
towards the golden gates
The urge to call out
filled me with an urgency
I couldn’t understand
Like a thief in the night
the illness stole her essence
covering the core in
unending darkness and despair
Before I could say a word
she turned to me with a smile
I’d not seen in years
I swore her body shimmered
like a jewel in the sunlight
her soul for all to see
And she waved
© Carrie Ann Golden 2018
Stop by and check out the other poems especially the one by Susan Richardson, Perfection Has No Sound, which is incredibly (but haunting) beautiful!
It’s Friday–FINALLY! 🙂 🙂 🙂 Hope your week has been productive, and fast. Mine was a bit chaotic with both hubby and son home sick for the past few days with colds. I had a MRI done on a shoulder, and the results were positive–no surgery will be needed. Just more physical therapy, but that I can handle. 🙂
Can’t help though but to feel a tad frustrated since I hadn’t done any writing this week. It’s not that I’m feeling unproductive, but if a day or more pass by and I hadn’t created anything, that’s where the frustration lies. I feel like an addict in that if I don’t get my fix (in the act of creating), I feel pent up, and agitated.
A question popped in my mind earlier this morning when I began thinking about Helen Keller (one of my favorite inspirational writers): how did she feel about poetry?
Reason this question came to mind is that I’ve been doing some soul-searching as I start to make plans for a memoir (which will be written around a series of poems I wrote throughout various parts of my life). A realization struck me in how important writing poetry was to my healing (and dealing with losses), and I’ve begun to look at the role of how poetry therapy played in other people’s lives.
I knew Helen Keller had written at least one memoir, and several essays, but I wondered if she ever wrote poetry. So, I hunted online to find the answer. Although I did find it, I also found this particular quote by Keller that I’m considering to have framed and placed on my writing desk:
Poetry is liberating. Writing poetry enable me to delve deeper in emotions and experiences that have been too painful to voice orally, and even openly about.
What about you? Have poetry been instrumental in certain aspect or time of your life? Do you have a favorite poet or poem?
I enjoy creating videos for various poetry, and have started a new series on my You Tube channel called “Dead Poets Society.”
This is my latest one, “Waking in Winter,” by Sylvia Plath:
If you enjoyed that one here are three more:
God Lay Dead in Heaven by Stephen Crane
I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain by Emily Dickinson
Fire and Ice by Robert Frost