Monday, April 4, 2011

Spring...I need you!

Day 4 of the Poetry Challenge.

Today is very rainy and blah out...I really want it to feel like spring...NOW!
Anyways, today I want to share with you a great Longfellow poem (fitting for today) as well as the one I wrote today.

The Rainy Day

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Interesting fact: in the Longfellow house in Portland Maine (he wrote a lot of poems there) there is a room called 'the rainy day' room and it is my favorite because it is supposedly where he wrote this poem...pretty cool, you should visit it if you are ever nearby.

Here is my poem of the day:

The Butterfly

The butterfly,
quivering gently on
my palm,
is so like a leaf
that quakes at the
slightest bit of breeze.
Its copper colors enclosed
in black, black lines,
thick and even
as if a steady hand
had drawn them
with a charcoal pencil.
The simple dark eyes
seem to hold a thousand answers
in them;
Live simply,
they seem to say,
rejoice in the sweet things,
and tread with light feet.
It is as if the wisest guru
has come down from
his mountain...
transformed himself
into the butterfly
that now sits on my hand,
unfurling its proboscis,
testing its wings,
readying itself for flight.
And don’t be afraid
to use your wings,
the eyes seem to say
as it flashes the copper
colors and lifts off.       

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