Inspiration Interpretation

Sometimes I feel that these *fake* friends I find on the internet understand me more than many who have known me for years. I suppose this might be because you can choose to connect with who you like on the net. It might also be because I have grown and am now a different person than I was when I made friends with the others. It's sad, though, when old friendships die. There are a few in particular I keep hoping will be rekindled, like those coals from last night's bonfire that spark again in the morning when you toss a log on... but that doesn't mean I'm willing to do all the work. Friendships aren't meant to be one-sided. People have been fake. Fake friends have been real. I've connected with those I never thought I might. Life is a true mystery, a whirlwind roller coaster and I am along for the ride. So much for a poem a day. Here's to random thoughts, renewal, love and connection- wherever we find it.

Inspired by this quote: “If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.” -Flavia Weedn Failure is Not... By Jaden Brulotte 8/22/08 Shattered like glass, the splinters scattered like stones cast to the ocean and rubbed the wrong way, to dull its sharpness Strewn like driftwood, my dream has wilted, color faded to gray because you took it away... If I was to get lost in the shadows, the darkness of trees lingering in the limbs, the leafs like lonely soldiers crunching beneath my feet I would be forgotten, left behind like these seaweed wigs haunted toupees from the depths which could be me. But I will begin again, I will find a piece that fits in this jungle mess puzzle, my goal will be remembered treasure amongst the rubble, the ship has not sailed and I have not, have not yet, begun to fail.

Ten Sticky Fingers By Jaden Brulotte 8-13-08 Ten sticky fingers reaching up at me dragging red fruit concoction across my white-white shirt but it doesn't matter when you gap-toothed grin at me... To be so young to be so innocent to be so vulnerable so trusting so ambivalent to what happens in the world while you explore, you remember, you soak up experiences like a sponge. you say hi you say bye-bye and today, you said "I love you". To melt my heart with three little words. To me- to be your guardian like those angels they say dangle overhead, they say watching, they say keeping us safe... It's the most important job that I will ever have- to tend to care to love and be there to hold your hand... and yes, even to say "NO" to shelter you from being hurt, to keep you from falling, like those tears that drip from the corners of your eyes when I say it, but someday you will understand... Someday, I will watch

Inspired by this quote: ♫ “Appreciation can make a day, even change a life. Your willingness to put it into words is all that is necessary.” -Margaret Cousins Deep Deep Breath By Jaden Brulotte Two steps back and a deep, deep breath a meditation minute to reflect rejoice at your choices, your life, your thoughts sometimes we forget... Appreciate the breath of wind, rising goosebumps on your arms, static cling to this minute moment in time the rise of the surf reaching up to lick at your toes, friendly and provocative crushing on you appreciate the time you have spent wandering wondrous trails, mountains, rivers and forests, passing through nature, tourist on a trail of treasures tweaking your image of the world -- as it exists-- as you scatter your scent through the underbrush. appreciate butterfly kisses, lashes swishing your face, downsized dirty fingers grabbing at your hair pulling you there, to the place where you might find appreciation for sil

Poetry type of the day: Etheree The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Inspired by the following quote: “Appreciation is a wonderful thing. It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well.” -Voltaire The Stained Canvas By Jaden Brulotte 7-28-08 Your talent spreads like ink along fabric seeping in fibers, cracks, seams, absorbed into yourself, to others, to me you have inspired, acquired my eye I feel your ink flow, from pen to life A gift, given in passing, to cherish.

Poetry Type of The Day: Quatern A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme. FORMAT: line 1 line 2 line 3 line 4 line 5 line 6 (line 1) line 7 line 8 line 9 line 10 line 11 (line 1) line 12 line 13 line 14 line 15 line 16 (line 1) AGLOW By Jaden Brulotte For my baby girl :) 6-27-2008 Your smile just lights me up, aglow- Firefly casting your light to show Shadows and dark- where can I go? Before you, I just didn’t know. When I get lost and start to slow Your smile just lights me up, aglow- You lift me up from down below Make me laugh and cast out my woes. In rolls the winter, blasts of snow I’m

Poetry Type of The Day: Monoryhme A Monorhyme is a poem in which all the lines have the same end rhyme. Inspired by this quote: " Dreams are the touchstones of our character." - Henry David Thoreau Protecting the Dream By Jaden Brulotte 5/19/08 Where would you be without a dream? Without a hope, a wish, a scheme? How much duller and boring your life would seem Without that shine in your eyes to leave your face agleam. There’s nothing in the world that one could deem Of more importance than protecting your dream If anyone dares to begin to blaspheme, Be patient, someday you will be redeemed. By holding your hopes in the highest esteem You become master of your fate; Queen of your own regime.

Poetry Type of the Day: Didactic Didactic Poetry is a form of poetry intended for instruction such as for knowledge or to teach. Inspired by this quote: ♫ "If there is no wind, row." -Latin Proverb You Must Row By Jaden Brulotte 5/14/2008 One can’t sit back and say “I’ll just float through this day” And expect everyone to respect him. No matter how slow If there’s no wind, you must row With full strength from all of your limbs. When you’re in a still boat, Although you’re afloat, There’s no place to go without you. No matter how slow, If there’s no wind, you must row This alone will be what gets you through. So stop staring at shore Wishing life would carry you more, Wondering when things will get easy. No matter how slow, If there’s no wind, you must row And soon, you will find it is breezy.

Poetry Type of the Day: Kyrielle A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains (a stanza consisting of 4 lines), and each quatrain contains a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the poem consists of only eight syllables. There is no limit to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum. Some popular rhyming schemes for a Kyrielle are: aabB, ccbB, ddbB, with B being the repeated line, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB. Mixing up the rhyme scheme is possible for an unusual pattern of: axaZ, bxbZ, cxcZ, dxdZ, etc. with Z being the repeated line. The rhyme pattern is completely up to the poet. Inspired by this quote: “Strive to be first: first to nod, first to smile, first to compliment, and first to forgive.” -Anonymous The First By Jaden Brulotte 5/8/2008 A day may come that you will find Your normal life just seems rehearsed Nobody else will symp

Poetry Type of the Day: Tanka Tanka is a classic form of Japanese poetry related to the haiku with five unrhymed lines of five, seven, five, seven, and seven syllables. (5, 7, 5, 7, 7) Inspired by this quote: "I feel the capacity to care is the thing which gives life its deepest significance." -Pablo Casals, cellist/ conductor Reaching for Depth By Jaden Brulotte 5/5/2008 We have been given the capacity to care Reach out like branches To one another, for depth, For significance and love.

Poetry type of the day: Rispetto A Rispetto, an Italian form of poetry, is a complete poem of two rhyme quatrains with strict meter. The meter is usually iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abab ccdd . Poisin 5/3/2008 By William Boudle Sins like posions make you ill Compassion soothes like nature's balm Condemnation slowly kills Though slow and steady, still and calm. In a world where sin is what sells best And condemnation's said in jest Caring, love and truth can ease Compassion, nature's remedy. Untitled 5/3/2008 By Jaden Brulotte A man has learned his faulty ways But cannot find his way back out He spends his nights and all his days Wondering what real life's about. Take care, to judge will find him lost Will spend his strength, a heavy cost But kindness, care and truth, you'll find Can hold his hand and guide his mind.

Poetry Type of the day: Ghazal A Ghazal is a poem that is made up like an odd numbered chain of couplets, where each couplet is an independent poem. It should be natural to put a comma at the end of the first line. The Ghazal has a refrain of one to three words that repeat, and an inline rhyme that preceedes the refrain. Lines 1 and 2, then every second line, has this refrain and inline rhyme, and the last couplet should refer to the authors pen-name... The rhyming scheme is AA bA cA dA eA etc. Inspired by this quote: ♫ “We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope.” -Martin Luther King Jr. IN WITH THE HOPE...... By William Boudle 5/2/2008 disappointment devours impotent hope but subsides over time unlike infinite hope though faith is blind, plain and simple its much harder to see the true, intricate hope though the world cries out, discontent and disgruntled alone with my family, I've intimate hope. though elusive and fragile and much sought it is

Inspired by this quote: “No winter lasts forever; no spring skips it's turn.” -Hal Borland Poetry type of the day- HAIKU 5/1/2008 Birth of the Spring By Jaden Brulotte Winter finds its death In the renewal of life Brought on by the sun. Inevitably Spring By Will Boudle Eternal winter; But even ice ages pass And bring the green grass.

Torturous Talent By Jaden Brulotte 4/30/2008 My torturous talent pushes me down into my chest, pushing NOs, pushing FAILs And can’t can’t can’ts My pen drips these salty, invisible ink -tears- these aching, painful welts I have let sit and fester on my soul telling myself there is no point Telling myself What good are you? What are you worth when you can’t value your own words? When you have no influence, no pride, no motivation? What are you worth? My torturous talent, it's been archived… I snuck it away to the vaults So I can’t look and see the big red-lettered lines *FAIL FAIL FAIL* each time *LOSE LOSE LOSE* your mind *CAN’T CAN’T CAN’T* rewind and go back to be that same… Same person, the skilled and witty, ever-so-right and meaningful metaphor -proud and pithy- for who I am supposed to be. What are you worth?

Inspired by this quote: “Hope begins in the dark; the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.” -Anne Lamott, Author Keeping The Faith By Jaden Brulotte 4-30-08 What gives you the strength to keep walking? It’s been days, wandering this darkness Waiting to see a shine through, a pinprick of hope testing fate’s waters wondering when karma kicks in… Faith is a hard thing to grasp. Why do you keep on keeping on, as they say when your time fades away and you still can’t see through the mire watching for the thinnest wire, the tiniest sliver of sunshine- judging your odds, you punch through the blackness creeping along, working your way but no, not today… When will your sunrise come? Your faith is a hard thing to grasp. I believe, but I wonder Is the “right” thing ever wrong? I have been trying so long, trusting my instincts Grazing through life, picking up trinkets here and pieces there Wai