For today’s Inspired! I came across this poem and found it inspirational. Thought you all might too:
Why Not You
Poet: Julie Hebert, © 2012
Growing up we are told many things,
One being, you can do anything.
But somewhere between child and adult,
Things change and we no longer sing.
Life takes on a whole different meaning,
From what we may have first believed.
We all get so caught up in what life expects,
And forget what we all could achieve.
Whoever told you, you weren’t allow,
To follow all of your dreams?
Was it someone who took away your dream,
Or was it you who was afraid of your schemes.
Whatever the reason, I now must ask,
Why not you, don’t you think
It’s time for you to take control of your life,
So you’ll be happy to look back with no regret.
Found here: http://www.wow4u.com/why-not-you/index.html
How does this poem make you feel, dear readers? Do you ever ask yourself what happened to your dreams? Or are you living them? Let’s discuss it in comments.
This week’s challenge is Do you see something of yourself in this little child? If so, what?
I’ve been no better than trash
mindlessly tossed away – forgotten
Mother, how I begged
for your attention
but you couldn’t be bothered
you tossed me aside – abandoned
Oh how I loved you
worked so hard to please you
gave up my youth
to be by your side
you tossed me out – homeless
Did our friendship
mean more to me than you?
I devoted my time to you
gave you every piece of me
but you too tossed me away – crushed
Our marriage was built on lies
no deep love to be found
I was a doormat
a battleground of abuse
left out in the cold – tossed away.
Now to pick myself up
toss you all out of memory – trashed
©2016 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved.
Today I am celebrating…
I’ve already begun scheduling some of my posts for the A2Z Challenge in April. I am doing two blogs this year. Here at As the Fates Would Have It and over at Promptly Written. The ones here, I am able to schedule ahead of time. The ones over at Promptly Written will be spontaneous and written on the day of each challenge day. I am excited. The challenge is only 40 days away! Hard to believe it is that close to April already.
I’ve also begun writing new poems for a chapbook of poetry that I hope to publish or enter into a contest next year. This is something that I had hoped to have finished by this year, but it never happened. This year I am determined that it will be finished!
And finally, I am celebrating my returned health. Shortly after I posted last week’s Celebrate the Small Things , I went out shopping and brought back a nasty little bugger of a cold. It lingered almost all week, but since yesterday, I have been feeling back to my old self again.
Each Friday, I join Lexa Cain and friends for a weekly blog-hop called Celebrate the Small Things, where we celebrate all of those small moments from the week before.
The wonderful co-hosts of Celebrate the Small Things are:
L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge
Tonja Drecker @ Kidbits Blog
Celebrate The Small Things Linky:
For today’s #joyfuljan, I find joy in poetry.
For the past 6 months or so, I have been saving poetry in my email from various sites who send a “poem a day.” I hadn’t actually read any of the poems, just merely put them in a folder for a day when I had time to just read. Today has been one of those days. I have read classic poems, contemporary poems, haiku, and even prose poems. The topics have ranged from love and hate, joy and sadness, to pastoral and whimsical. I don’t know why I put off reading them for so long. They have brought me immense joy today!
What are you joyful about today? Let me know in the comments.
Throughout the month of January, I will be celebrating Joyful January with Satya and Kaspa over at Writing Our Way Home
In response to Cristian Mihai’s Passion post
Cristian asked some very pertinent questions about Passion, that which drives us and makes us feel alive. I could have answered in the comments, but I wanted to explore this a bit, more than a quick response.
I am most passionate about the written word, whether as poetry, short fiction, novels, or non-fiction. I truly believe there is power in words: the power to move, encourage, or enslave, the power of freedom, revolution, self-realization — like in this poem by the Indian poet, Sanober Khan:
forces of nature.
they are destruction.
they are nourishment.
they are flesh.
they are water.
they are flowers
they burn. they cleanse
they erase. they etch.
they can either
― Sanober Khan
I enjoy reading poetry and prose that inspires me, that wrenches at my heart, and that puts me in the grip of Knowing — that silent moment when what someone else has written rings so true with you, that you are in complete awe. That is the way I write, or at the very least, I strive to write that way. And so I have made it my life’s goal to write poetry and short fiction, to give back to others the passion that fuels my soul.