Inspiration Interpretation

Inspired by this quote: ♫ "Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music." ~William Stafford Reality Rhythm By Jaden Brulotte 2-19-09 Rhythm, you feel it Moving in your toes, your fingers itching and rump-shaking Wiggle your wormy way while you wander around I can see you bump-bumping Bounce, bouncing off your princess chair, your carseat, our bed Chase-chasing a beat that I can't quite tune in to, Eyes alight with the pulse-pulse of your music... We would wonder at being so lucky, to hear that undertone the score to so many seasons of life, an orchestra of opulence, the choir of what can be... You feel the rhythm, but I can't find your beat-beat.

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 ...