Occasional Reasons To Live


Bleh.  My sincere apologies that I have not been blogging, and sincere gratitude to those of you still hanging on on our Facebook page to answer the Question of the Day.  I don’t even know if I ever updated here as to what was going on but while reading The Zookeeper’s Wife I got a very swollen lymph node on the back of my head which made wearing glasses an impossibility and therefore made seeing impossible.  Besides that I just felt miserable and alternated between mind blinding pain and excess sleep. It also meant taking antibiotics I was allergic to because I was afraid the Z-pack route wouldn’t take care of things since it cropped up after my sinus infection and I needed to make sure I got rid of it so I took pills I was allergic to 3 times a day for ten days, thereby poisoning myself at regular intervals and spending a good portion of the month throwing up with extremely deep body aches as a result.  Once I thought I shook it and was just sleeping a lot to recover I went to a pre-scheduled cardiologist appointment and they informed me I was running a fever. So. Managed to get in with my regular doctor’s office that day to find I now had an ear infection and did another z-pack.  My ear is still bothering me, and I’m wondering if I didn’t rupture an eardrum because of the way it hurts, won’t pop, and if I plug my nose and blow I can feel the other eardrum catch, but not the one that was infected.  Wouldn’t be my first time and not really anything they can do about it, but sucks.  But I’ve been gone too long and genuinely care about this project, so I’m going to try to ease myself back in to dedicated entries, I just might not be as good about pre-planning in the calendar right now. That seems to be the kiss of death when I actually manage to get everything organized out in advance.

For today, I’m going to ask everyone to write a poem again.  Last time I assigned a topic, but this time just write whatever’s on your mind or in your heart or feels like coming out, you choose the topic.  Again, all poetry or writings shared here or in the comments are entirely the property of their authors and all rights are reserved accordingly.  None is to be shared or re-printed in whole or in part without the express written permission of its writer and appropriate credit given.

I’m still trying to get back into the poetry writing habit myself (which is probably why I’m choosing to revisit it on my first day back at the project) and just going to go with what comes, but for the sake of inspiration and getting me started out on a theme I’m borrowing a title from someone who shared a poem with me yesterday.  Otherwise the poems bear no resemblance, just the shared name.

Epitaph

A life of love, of joy, of friendship
A life of pain, of illness, of worry
A life of beauty, kisses, wonder
A life of sadness, tears, heartbreak

Such a life of laughter and brilliance
Chopped down to one small phrase
How can the world know all that you meant
With only an engraving to remember

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever
If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane…
What we keep in memory is ours forever
Until we meet again

There are no words
There is no phrase
No symbol or rune
No picture or verse

Nothing conveys the life that once was
Nothing expresses the love that’s still felt
Nothing does justice to feelings or memories
Nothing explains what I live without

You are my world
My sunshine, my smile
My rainbows and songbirds
My quiet, gentle night

Your memory lives in my heart and my dreams
The creak of the stairs and the soft summer breeze
The pattering rainfalls that drop on the roof
The flowers, toys, and figures mark how I love you

No stone is written
For it’s never enough
The place between dreams
Is our purest love

And that’s what came for me.  Obviously just freeform scribbling, but it’s what my heart had to say about the inspiration I found to go with.  So that’s your project for today. Write a poem about anything at all.  We’d love to see them shared in the comments, but if you’re on the shy side just write it out in that journal you should still be writing in every night 🙂  Here’s hoping April decides to cooperate with us better than February or March did, we’re going to plan on it, pain or no pain.

As for what you’ll need that I’m going to go ahead and say in advance despite my record of jinxing myself, we’re going to read another book.  So.  If you want to start reading now to be able to converse about it on the day the entry will be made about it, we’ll be reading Zorba the Greek by Nikos Kazantzakis and writing about it on Wednesday the 5th.  335 pages, so, know your own reading speed in how quickly you care to acquire it.  It’s been a movie for quite a long time and is a classic so hopefully libraries will be more helpful this time to go the free route, but of course book stores and eBooks are always handy choices too.  Otherwise for other entries I’ll just try to have them posted before you’re awake so if you need anything to participate that day you can pick it up since they’ll be less time consuming than reading books.


A word about music:  We include songs for a reason.  Music helps us deal with the world, helps to soothe the soul, and gives us something else we can focus on when everything is too much.  Listen to the songs we post. Even if you already know them. Listen to them like you don’t. Pay attention to the lyrics. Pay attention to what the instruments are telling you. They all have a message, they all have a purpose, they’re all chosen for a reason.  If you like the song, please support the artist by purchasing the MP3 or Album that features it.
Today’s music can be found on Amazon.com:
MP3: Sometimes Isn’t Always
Album: Songs From The Neighborhood:The Music Of Mister Rogers

 


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4 Replies to “Occasional Reasons To Live”

  1. I think everyone would agree that all we want is for you to feel better and get back to writing/blogging, which you do wonderfully 👍

    I’ve been in a flare for two years
    You’d think that I’d run out of tears
    All I can think as they keep flowing
    I REFUSE TO F’ING GIVE UP !!!!

    And that’s my poem for today.

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