Inspiration Interpretation

I can feel it Creeping up Laying in the corner, avoidance all written across its face. I can feel it Almost happening Coming thisclose and then falling back again. I can feel it Peering in Against the window, face smushed there, fogging the glass like morning mist. I can feel it Know it will be Allow myself to begin to believe it's right around the corner. I can feel it But can't reach out to grasp The strings hang loosely beyond my reach... I can feel it... Someday soon. Until then I lie in wait, in hope, impatient.

Sprout, You are growing up so fast. I feel like lately, I have nothing else to write to think upon to wonder about but you and your exponential growth. It seems like every moment is so fleeting, so gone so fast, so beyond my grasp when we were RIGHT THERE just one minute ago. One second ago, you were just a thought... I remember, sprout holding my belly when times were tough, and we didn't know How we would make this work... We just knew we would. Because you were coming, and it was all up to us. The fight, the struggle, it meant more since you would be here Your Mommy- crying, I remember, couldn't find a job, pounding my head wondering why all of a sudden a growing bump meant I wasn't a good enough secretary I would be out for so long, so soon, nobody wanted it. My degree may as well have been a crumb, I offered it out but it was not taken- Not accepted. I felt rotted, wronged, failed and failing... I wanted to do what I needed to for you- but nobody would give me a chance...

I feel like there's an anchor crushing my chest. It's so hard to watch you going through this, to sit by your side and see you suffering, and know that there's nothing I can do to help ease this pain. I can do what I am doing, and nothing more. Nothing more significant. I can listen. I can plan. I can help, do more around the house. I can try to be patient. But some days, like today, it gets hard. This illness isn't just affecting you... It's all of us. I pray that once this is over, it's over for good. We can move on, be the happy little family that we are without worry that we might lose you sooner than expected... Some days, like today, I feel crushed by the weight of this responsibility. I have to hear your complaints knowing that we can't yet make a move. I have to be strong, when what I would really like to do is go to the bathroom, sit on the floor, curl in a ball and sob. I have to hear it without getting angry, even though it's trying on me to h...

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: 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: “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...