Guest post of Poetry

An other great post has been sent in by Jane Love (almost wrote Jane Eyre, but she is not that old classic of course 🙂 ). Enjoy!


Heart Pangs

From dusk to dawn…
From stretches to yawn –
Thoughts of you race through my mind.
The very moment I sleep,
Your beautiful face starts to creep
Into a dream that I frequently find
Myself in.
For every night in it, you ride
On your way to meet me
At the church where all will see
My hands lift the veil off you, my bride.
As the priest spoke,
To focus and wait is what I tried.
But whenever I stared at you…
At your beauty – my patience broke.
When we kissed, all cried.
And those who minded were quite a few.
Now you know you’re a professional thief.
Because every night you steal my dreams
Only to stay for a period that’s too brief.
Thus leaving me shedding streams
Upon my awakening.
All because you’re no longer here, my love.
You’ve gone too soon.

An (un)expected experience

This time I’m talking about the experience with our Reader of WordPress. A world hiding an incredible amount of jewelry. In plain sight.

I haven’t had much under the section of Following, when I started to create my space to start with writing and with development, few blog sites. A little to start with to read blogs too, besides my book collection. My naturally inescapable friend, Curiousity (mainly cats have been his victims before), never stopped to whisper in my ears, constantly: “We need more, my precious, more of those little hobbitses”. Even when I was writing my own blog articles, never stopped poking my sides…

I listened, so I did a dangerous, careless (now I see, it is) move: I’ve hit Discover, for a first step on the road where no feet ever could turn back the “victim’s” mind from, after that. No help could save anymore after I started to open one chest after an other full with treasures: humor, thought provoking essays, inspiring personal experiences, stories, contemporary literature by rising masters. I fell for all! And no help was desired either, truth to be told about, just so, between us… 😀

While I do enjoy writing and push the publish button now and then, I equally enjoy the pieces my Betters release to the public. My discoveries got even more intensive when I decided to take a peak on those sites which have been created by the ones commenting and putting a Like under my amateur ramblings, tales. And an other layer of rich content opened to my eyes from Blogosphere’s deeper regions. Bright stars of many galaxies in the wide universe of topics and themes.

And as I more experience from this Milky Way of readings; I meet these paired with great conversations, jokes, and eager for continuation of this path. There is indeed so much more than books of known sources to be read. To be enjoyed. To be inspired by and feed your thoughts.

There is the yet unknown, ready to be opened up and never close again…you can try, but we do know how that would end, don’t we?!

There is the path to take on, whenever it is time to push the Pause and take a little time for yourself. Whatever you choose, you cannot go wrong: you are already READING! You use your brain, your intelligence, imagination. And that is fundamentally good.

old poetry book

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Poetry night, a start of a weekend

Good evening, night or even morning, depends on which part of the globe this post finds you!

Another little selection out of my personal favorites from classical literature, and within, poetry. Nice start of a weekend (at the time of writing it is a friday eve, 11.20 p.m. here in the Netherlands), and besides my Reads section should grow. After all, I do firmly believe in that reading is fundamentally important for the mind. It sharpens, helps evolving, vitalizes, and it can be a joy. Given your choice of book or article is the right one for you personally.

Without much further ado, here are the selected ones:


Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.

(by Mary Elizabeth Frye)


A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

(by William Blake)