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Two Daughters

At the third wedding we attended this year, there was a fun table with three typewriters. Real, honest to goodness typewriters! Let me tell you, I had to hold myself back. I wanted to sit down and type on a real typewriter so badly! But I behaved myself.

poems while you wed
poems while you wed

These typewriters were soon attended by three poets. They were part of a group called “Poems while you wait.” You give them a topic, they will write a poem. Since Ed and I had left our two daughters at home, they were my topic of choice.

Here is the poem we received:

Like Two Tulips

Two daughters,
and sometimes both

are nice at once.
Sometimes the house

smells of hair spray,
sometimes like dirty socks.

I’m afraid of what’s in
your future, even more

afraid of what’s in
your trash cans.

caroline macon
poems while you wed
10/15/16

Now, what do you think of that?

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Favorite Poetry {Spin Cycle}

Taking a dirt trail into the middle of the wilderness; for some reason, this has always appealed to me.

Independence Mine

I like the idea of being able to disappear into nature; to take the road less traveled. My favorite poems reflect this desire.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
~J.R.R. Tolkien

When I was much younger, I loved walking the trails behind my grandparents’ house by the hilly banks of a river in Iowa. Back in those woods, it was easy to forget that civilization was just around the bend.

grandparents' house

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~Robert Frost

And yet I know, if I truly disappeared into the wilderness, I would miss civilization very much.

Ode to French Fries

Oh, french fries, you’re glorious,
even though you’re calorious,
You simply are my favorite food.

Share you, I’ll never
Even though it will ever
Be said that I’m rude.

No ketchup, please,
I’d rather have cheese,
Or just sprinkle you with plenty of salt.

Although I just love your taste,
You really add to my waist,
Our love affair certainly must halt!

Skins on or nak-ed,
Fried, but not bak-ed,
Thick or thin, still I adore you.

After much consideration,
I’ll try moderation.
My love for you remains true!

~Ginny Marie

Who are your favorite poets?
Link up your poems any day this week!



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Elaine, Anne, and The Band Perry

Many times, when I’m contemplating a blog post, I do a little online research. When I find something I think is interesting, I wonder…will my readers find my idea at least the tiniest bit as interesting as I do?

This online walkabout started with the Grammys. For some reason, this song by The Band Perry struck a chord with me.

If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses;
Sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song.

And when a song strikes a chord with me, of course my fingers tick and tap the keyboard, to look it up on YouTube. As I was watching the video, something looked familiar. The lead singer gets into a boat, lies down with a book on her chest…and then water starts to seep into the boat. Hmmm….

Of course I thought the book lying on her chest should be Anne of Green Gables, since the video is almost straight from the pages of that beloved book. But instead, the book was Tennyson poetry. The pages show “The Lady of Shallot” at the end of the video. What did I do? Tickity tap…I found The Lady of Shallot. This lady, otherwise known as Elaine, is under an unknown curse, and at the end of the poem, she rides to Camelot in a boat. Sadly, she dies before arriving. Sir Lancelot gazes upon the dead lady, lying in her boat.

But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, “She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.”

But what about Anne? Romantic, red-headed Anne? I just had to get my hands on a copy of Anne of Green Gables. And I found it, on one of my favorite websites, Project Gutenberg. And yes, she and her schoolmates, or kindred spirits as Anne likes to call them, reenact Tennyson as well.

For a few minutes Anne, drifting slowly down, enjoyed the romance of her situation to the full. Then something happened not at all romantic. The flat began to leak. In a very few moments it was necessary for Elaine to scramble to her feet, pick up her cloth of gold coverlet and pall of blackest samite and gaze blankly at a big crack in the bottom of her barge through which the water was literally pouring.

Anne is rescued by her archenemy Gilbert, about whom I shall not say any more if you have not read the book! (wink, wink!)

Quite a few years ago, when I lived in an apartment, I would listen to Loreena McKennitt’s CD to help lull me to sleep. Although I prefer it to be quiet at night, I lived above a college student who lost his license due to drunk driving. Usually he was okay, but every once it a while it got a little noisy. I would try to drown out the noise with “The Highwayman”. And while I was looking for the words to “The Lady of Shallot”, I found that Loreena McKennitt also sings this poem. The gorgeous artwork in this video makes me miss my art books that I lost in my flooded basement last summer. *sigh*

Oh, I’ve had fun with all this online exploring! And even if I have bored you with my walkabout, I hope that you and I can still be kindred spirits, Anne-style!

Have your online searches led you to some interesting finds? Please tell!

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I Am… {A Poem}

I Am… {A Poem}

I am awake, alive, tingling with the excitement of a new day.
I wonder, what will I accomplish?
I hear voices chattering, “Good morning, Mama!”
Barely touching the floor as they scamper around the kitchen, I see pajama-clad feet.
I want to gather up my babies, and keep them this age forever.
I am in love.

As I shower, water spraying on my face, I pretend I am a writer as ideas fly into my head.
I feel those ideas fluttering around me as beautiful glimpses of what could be.
I touch the edges of their wings, trying to tie them down.
Yet there is no pinning them to my paper. I cry with frustration.
I am bogged down by the letters, the words, the language that is inadequate to tell you how I feel.
I worry: will you understand?

I understand how little I know; how life is but a journey. And so I keep on, the constant traveler.
I say what I believe to be true. I adjust my thoughts to new ideas and new truths.
I dream to inspire.
I try to spread the love of the journey, the love of learning.
And I hope that someday, you and I will fly.
I am mother, writer, teacher.

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Fries and Family for Writer’s Workshop

I’m writing two separate pieces in one post today for Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. First, a poem inspired by the following prompt: Write a love poem to a favorite food. The second piece is about this prompt: Social media is an amazing way to reunite with old friends. Describe a good or not-so-good experience you’ve had with it.

Ode to French Fries

Oh, french fries, you’re glorious,
even though you’re calorious,
You simply are my favorite food.

Share you, I’ll never
Even though it will ever
Be said that I’m rude.

No ketchup, please,
I’d rather have cheese,
Or just sprinkle you with plenty of salt.

Although I just love your taste,
You really add to my waist,
Our love affair certainly must halt!

Skins on or nak-ed,
Fried, but not bak-ed,
Thick or thin, still I adore you.

After much consideration,
I’ll try moderation.
My love for you remains true!

If you wrote a poem to your favorite food, what food would you choose?

Mama's Losin' It

Facebooking My Way to Family

Basically, they thought I stole their uncle away from them. They were six and nine, and had had a doting uncle up to this point. Then suddenly, their uncle wasn’t as accessible any more. He became busy on the weekends, and visited less spontaneously. And when he did see them, he brought me along. They no longer had their fun-loving, rough-housing uncle to themselves. Instead, he was always holding hands and confiding in someone else: me.

I was a teacher, and I always got along with kids. I thought I would win them over instantly. However, it didn’t turn out that way. We got along, but our relationship was never “easy.” I disciplined them too much, unable to drop my teacher ways over the weekend. They resented me sometimes for just being there.

Their uncle and I married, and suddenly, I was their aunt. I don’t think they have ever called me “aunt”. I was just as bad; in the beginning, I referred to them as “my husband’s niece and nephew,” not “my niece and nephew.”

Along the way, they became teens. For some unrelated reason, I joined facebook. They friended me. We started chatting online. They commented on my statuses and I wrote on their walls. The relationships we had online seemed to be smoother and more natural than the relationships we had in person.

In my mind and in my heart, they became my niece and nephew. Just as I hope that in their hearts, they think of me as Aunt Ginny, and know that I’ll be there whenever they need me.

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