Looking for Poetry in All the Wrong Places

on Sunday, January 14, 2007

Dear friends,

I know many of you are far more literate , knowledgable and well-read than I am. That is just a statement of fact which I know from reading and learning about the arts and literature from other blogs and even comments posted. Unfortunately, I may have spent my youth unwisely and sought to learn about the world and about the arts from the wrong sources. See below.

Bloom County Poetry by Berke Breathed



I used to write poetry when I was only one third as old as I am now which is a long time ago. I have not written since and on top of that I cannot be better than my teacher which happens to be a ficticious comic strip penguin who sucks at poetry. Nevertheless, I started this blog to help my rigid, analytical scientific side to get to know again, the carefree, emotional and artsy side. So for the first time, in 27 years, I've written a poem. I hope you will treat it with as much kindness as you showed Rodney the Rat.

Return of the Poet: First Flight


As if arising from slumber deep, the poet wakes
To heed a clarion of high calling
With wild anticipation, the soul doth shake
For with pen on paper, its secrets outpouring.

What treasure long hidden and held secure,
Should now be returned to light
What joys revived, grow all the more
Re-lived in prose and given flight

Should I with abandon, indulge in memories
Of love’s wonders in the flush of youth
Perhaps recall happy moments in life’s journeys,
Or the pain in learning life’s truths.

No, for tonight, my heart seeks to sing a different song
Of simply playing in my Father’s garden
Climbing to tops of mountains, to watch a new dawn
With mists arising from emerald Eden.

Before long, the birds and insects join in chorus,
To welcome the sun’s warming rays.
I, in turn, praise God for the world He made us.
And hope to honor Him, all my days.

For thought it may seem that I sit all alone,
High above the waking world,
In these moments with God, I am most not alone,
These moments more precious than gold.

7 comments:

Dave said...

I don't know what you are worried about LGS ... I do think that you are quite the poet! :-)

daysgoby said...

I love it.

I think you're much better at this than you think you are...

Becky Wolfe said...

BEAUTIFUL poem! Truly! An excellent new start for a long hibernated talent! Keep it up!

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

dave, daysgoby and becky,
I really feel very rusty and unsure about writing poetry. Also a little intimidated my the level of excellence on some blogs. But thank you for your words of encouragement, it is very helpful. I'll also accept constructive criticism and advice.

Ellie said...

(No, for tonight, my heart seeks to sing a different song
Of simply playing in my Father’s garden
Climbing to tops of mountains, to watch a new dawn
With mists arising from emerald Eden.)

Nice visual LGS.

You did good on your first try after all those years.

Ellie

squirrel said...

Very beautiful poem! thanks for coming by my blog and leaving a comment! Love your blog!

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Elle,
Thanks. I believe you write much better poetry though but appreciate the encouragement.

Squirrel
Surprised we did not cross trails earlier. Thanks for visiting and leaving comments too. Tree rodents should not be strangers.

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