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To Act Or Fly

I wrote another Sonnet tonight. This one is in regards to going to Ukraine vs staying home.

To travel half the way around the world
At seventeen, a terrifying thought.
If, silently, my shyish wings unfurled,
And rise above, perhaps I would be taught
To make decisions easily somehow.
To act or fly? Oh! What a choice to make!
I wish I had the right answer right now,
Or it come in the morning when I wake.
Ukraine or Dorothy – what do I do?
Two passions that I seriously love.
One to serve – affect a life or two;
Or hear the house cheer from below, above.
I wish I knew the answers. Goodness! Why
Is it so hard to know to act or fly?

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But anyway, Toto, we’re home!

I still haven’t come to a decision about Ukraine vs TAFE & theatre, but the other night I looked up some audition tips for the Wizard of Oz and found a great Dorothy monologue. SPOILERS: This is from the end of the movie after Dorothy returns home and regains consciousness. I love it!

“But it wasn’t a dream. It was a place. And you, and you, and you…and you were there. But you couldn’t have been, could you? No, Aunt Em, this was a real truly live place and I remember some of it wasn’t very nice, but most of it was beautiful – but just the same all I kept saying to everybody was ‘I want to go home,’ and they sent my home! Doesn’t anybody believe me? But anyway, Toto, we’re home! Home. And this is my room, and you’re all here, and I’m not going to leave here ever, ever again, because I love you all. And…oh Aunty Em! There’s no place like home!”

Even though that’s not the official audition piece (I find that out next week) I figured it would be helpful to start learning something so that I have something to fall back on in the audition if something goes wrong. And if I don’t end up needing it, well I can recite a section of the Wizard of Oz 🙂

Mum is still not mad keen on the idea of me jetting off to Ukraine at the age of 17 and deferring my studies. She and Dad and I need to sit down this week and discuss it…see what’s happening with it.

Will update regarding the quilt soon.

Laurey

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A few poems that are not mine

I’m not in an overly write-ey mood lately, so I thought I would share some poems that influence me. Please enjoy.

Naturally,

Laura

Sonnet 116 – William Shakespearemarianne dashwood
Let me not to the marriage of true inds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
Oh no, it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown although his height be taken.
Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Kat Stratford’s poem from “10 Things I Hate About You”

I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots,
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick;
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around,
And the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you.
Not even close – not even a little bit – not even at all.

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Fear (a free verse stress fest)

Fear

Clutches at my chest like an intake of icy air

Restricts my breathing

Makes my heart race wildly.

The children.

Oh dear God, not the children.

Not my children.

I can’t lose them.

(more…)

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I look back to before I knew you well,
And thoughts of wonder fill my searching mind.
I want to laugh and cry and pray and yell,
For you are funny, loving, patient, kind.
What did I do without you all these years?
My life was not as rich as it is now!
God’s blessing in you brings me close to tears –
His blessings always leave me thinking, “Wow!”
You know the little things that make me laugh,
The ins and outs of what I’m going through.
My burdens shared with you are cut in half,
The joy is always multiplied by two!
You are one that I love like no other –
You really are the world’s best older brother.

I wrote this poem tonight for one of my close friends. Sometimes I find word forms are the best way to express how I feel, whether it be a poem, a song, a journal entry, or a letter.I don’t know if he will read it on here, and one day I might read it to him. But for now, I just want to say that I love you, Brownie. Thanks for being a fantastic brother.

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