I’ve been frankly amazed and somewhat relieved at how well my few attempts at poetry have been received. Thank you so much for the likes and positive feedback. It’s not something I intend to do a lot of (writing poetry) but I will be inflicting the occasional poem on you from time to time, if the inspiration hits me.
Here are a few quotes about poetry from the famous.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words – Robert Frost
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility – William Wordsworth
What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music – Soren Kierkegaard
and finally one that resonates with me…
I wrote some of the worst poetry west from the Mississippi River, but I wrote. And I finally sometimes got it right. – Maya Angelou
No matter where I live in the world – no matter where, or how widely, I travel – I look back with the fond, warm memories of times spent at home. But where is home? Everyone’s is different, unique. My home – the place I know in my heart as home – is a village on a hill, to the north of the once world renown “Steel City” Sheffield. Grenoside – the village – was where I was born and brought up as a child, went to school, played in the woods, had my teenage years, matured into manhood (some would say badly…), married and started a family. It was my home, is my home and always will be – even though it’s 30 years since I left there to live in New Zealand.
There are endless quotes concerning the subject of “Home” and what a home is. Here are a few.
“Home is where love resides, memories are created, friends always belong, and laughter never ends.” “A house is made of bricks and beams. A home is made of hopes and dreams.” “Home is not a place…it’s a feeling.” And of course….. “There’s no place like home.”
There are however two more quotes that ring most true to me personally. They both say how I feel about my village, my home, my Grenoside. “Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” “Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.” That last one is very true. When I first left home in 1986 , backpack on my back to travel the world for a year, I couldn’t wait to get away. Now approaching 60 years of age I only have to think of my childhood – carefree days happily spent in the woods – and warm tears of gratitude slip down my cheeks.
I returned to my home in 2016 for a visit only and to return my parents, who had died in New Zealand, to their home….to scatter their ashes in the woodland – where we all used to walk together. A place of happy memories, of quiet reflection…birdsong and bluebells….leaves gently rustling in the breeze, and dappled light on sandy footpaths. I scattered their ashes in the woods, just as my father had with his parents ashes decades earlier. My wish is for my sons to do the same for me. I’ll be home again, once more, with my family and my ancestors – at peace.
Hi all. I wrote this a little while ago when I was feeling very down on life. Not like me at all. I’m slowly coming through the other side at last and starting to enjoy the feeling of sunshine on my face again, and the hopefulness of the new day. I was in two minds whether to post this or delete it, but I feel that there is perhaps some merit in posting after all. It begins below…..and I apologize in advance for my fragile state.
This is not my usual post. I don’t even know for sure that I will post it…although if you are reading it…I guess I did. I have felt alone in a crowded room, and yet other times I am totally happy in my own company. There is, however, a vast difference between loneliness and solitude. In this modern world we are all so “connected” digitally at least, and have lots of “friends” – and yet in the real world we’ve never been more disconnected….from one another, from the natural world and from ourselves.
I’m not usually a “down” sort of person. My usual response to “How are you?” or “How’s your day going?”, is “Great, every day is a good day”….with emphasis on “every”. But recently I’ve not been my usual self.
Some days it’s been a struggle to get out of bed to face the day. Some days I just don’t see the point…..of anything. I find tears on my face for no reason. Sometimes I sob uncontrollably. I don’t know why I feel like this and can’t bring myself to talk to anyone about it. This is not me. Maybe by writing it down I can get a hold on the reason why.
And yet deep down I still feel hope, that things will turn around so I can escape this depressive fog and get back to being my old self again.
I thought I’d look up some quotes on loneliness – thinking maybe they will help. Having read some of them I wonder how helpful, or hopeful, they will turn out to be. For example –
“We are born alone and die alone. Loneliness is definitely part of the journey of life” – Jenova Chen
“Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty” – Mother Teresa
“The sky is one whole, the water another, and between those two infinities the soul of man is in loneliness” – Henryk Sienkiewicz
“Times may have changed but there are somethings that are always with us, loneliness is one of them” – Laurie Graham
“No one ever discovers the depths of his own loneliness” – Georges Bernanos
Pretty depressing stuff isn’t it. All these people must have experienced, or witnessed, a powerful loneliness in order to come up with those quotes. I’ll give you two more to ponder. The first of which I feel is very powerful, or even overpowering, oppressive….I feel it’s weight on my chest –
“I realize that I live on the bubble of insanity. I feel the weight of human suffering, loneliness and despair on me all the time. It’s not getting easier, if anything, it’s always right on the edge of my skin” – Erwin McManus
And finally, slightly tongue in cheek, one from Woody Allen – “Life is full of misery, loneliness and suffering – and it’s all over much too soon”.
And speaking of comedians… I’ve been watching the Ricky Gervais series “After Life” – It’s definitely worth a look. It’s about a guy in the depths of depression after the death of his wife……who slowly comes to realize after all that maybe, just maybe, life IS worth living. There’s a song that features in it by a group called The Thorns. It’s not a new song. It was written in 2003. I’d like to share the lyrics with you, as it resonates with me,….hope I don’t get stung by any copyright laws in doing so…..then again, I don’t care if I do.
Among the living you’ll find the dying Waiting softly to pass on Why can’t a love be like a spirit As it floats up to the sky With the giving there is taking Neither one feels like it’s right And since your heart can’t tell the difference You give up without a fight Because you know it makes you cry ‘Cause you can see what’s passed you by Because you feel you can’t decide Among the living Instead of headstrong into darkness We should be drifting into light It’s been a long time we’ve been searching And we still can’t get it right Because you know it makes you cry ‘Cause you can see what’s passed you by Because you feel you can’t decide Among the living.
If you’ve read this far, I thank you for putting up with my ‘wallowing in self pity’. I hope to be back with more positive posts soon.
That was where my post ended….but I will add links to both the song by the Thorns on youtube (even though I am feeling much more positive, I can’t help but shed a tear when I hear this song – but don’t let that put you off, it is a very nice song) – and a link to the trailer for the “After Life” series. I hope you’ll enjoy both. A word of warning though…..the “After Life” trailer contains bad language.
I don’t know about you, but my home is full of books. Bookcases line the walls of my lounge and my office, the shelves sagging under the weight. And there are more books squirreled away, hidden in boxes, under the beds. Which is probably why, of all shops, I feel most at home and at my happiest in bookstores. Here are a few quotes from like-minded souls.
“You see, bookshops are dreams built of wood and paper. They are time travel and escape and knowledge and power. They are, simply put, the best of places.” —Jen Campbell
“Browsing through the shelves in bookstores or libraries, I was completely happy.” —Louis L’Amour
“I have gone to [this bookshop] for years, always finding the one book I wanted—and then three more I hadn’t known I wanted.”
—Mary Ann Shaffer
“Don’t patronize the chain bookstores. Every time I see some author scheduled to read and sign his books at a chain bookstore, I feel like telling him he’s stabbing the independent bookstores in the back.” —Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I will end on that quote from the centenarian poet, publisher and co-founder of City Lights Bookstore, San Francisco…..a bookstore that I will be visiting in the next few days. One of many of San Francisco’s independent bookstores on my “to visit” list.
If it’s been as manic at your home as it has been at ours over the last few days….getting ready for Christmas – mowing lawns and weeding gardens (one of the negatives of having Christmas in summer here in New Zealand) and tidying and decorating the house….and getting rid of a years accumulated rubbish….cleaning off the outdoor furniture for Christmas lunch in the garden – you’ll need to smile, chuckle even…..perhaps even a hearty Ho Ho Ho! Here are a few humerous quotes gleaned from the NET.
Santa Claus had the right idea. Visit people only once a year
Christmas is always a problem to the man who has to convince his kids that there is a Santa Claus, and his wife that there isn’t.
I once bought my kids a set of batteries for Christmas with a note on it saying, toys not included.
You can just hear Santa saying Ho, Ho, Ho, when you receive your credit card statement in January.
You can tell a lot about a person by the way they handle three things: a rainy day, lost luggage and tangled Christmas tree lights.
This Christmas I’ve decided to put mistletoe in my back pocket so all the people I don’t like can kiss my ass!
I try not to eat too much at Christmas lunch….I need to leave room for alcohol to tolerate the in-laws.
It isn’t Christmas until you push your body to the brink of diabetes and alcoholism.
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, but if the white runs out I’m happy with a red or a rosé.
When someone asks – where is your Christmas spirit – is it wrong to point to the liquor cabinet?
When you stop believing in Santa……you get socks!
It’s all fun and games until Santa checks the naughty list!
1 day of coal….364 days of fun…..I’ll take my chances.
here’s one for the feminists – A virgin birth I can believe….but 3 wise men? Come on! Now, if it had been 3 wise women…..they would have asked for directions, got there on time, helped to deliver the baby, brought proper – practical gifts, cleaned the stable, made a casserole and there would be peace on earth.
Christmas – the only time of year that its OK to sit and look at a dead tree and eat candy out of a sock.
Dear Santa – please don’t mix it up like you did last year – I said I wanted a slim body and a big fat bank account!
Parental warning – Dear Santa – I’ve been good all year……well most of the year……well once in a while – it’s difficult to stay positive….never mind…..I’ll buy my own stuff….you judgemental bastard!
And a few pictoral jokes……
Hope I haven’t offended too many people. Merry Christmas and a Hap….Hap….Happy New Year!