With world Poetry Day in mind I thought I would share some poems which I have recently come across.  World Poetry Day is 20 years old.  One its aims is to celebrate linguistic diversity.

A tongue can accuse and carry bad news
The seeds of distrust and hate, it can sow,
So unless you know that it is the truth,
Be careful of stones that you throw.
( Larry ”Dutch” Woller )

During my school days we had to learn poetry by rote.  It was something I could never do.  Each and everytime although having spent at least an hour memorising the various poems by the next day I had totally forgotten every word.  I dreaded being asked to recite the homework.

Choosing Shoes

by Frida Wolfe

New shoes, new shoes,
Red and pink and blue shoes.
Tell me, what would you choose,
If they’d let us buy?

Buckle shoes, bow shoes,
Pretty pointy-toe shoes,
Strappy, cappy low shoes;
Let’s have some to try.

Bright shoes, white shoes,
Dandy-dance-by-night shoes,
Perhaps-a-little-tight shoes,
Like some? So would I.

BUT
Flat shoes, fat shoes,
Stump-along-like-that shoes,
Wipe-them-on-the-mat shoes,
That’s the sort they’ll buy.

This poem on shoes I came across on https://suth2.wordpress.com/2012/12/04/new-shoes-new-shoes-red-and-pink-and-blue-shoes/

 

However, not being able to remember poems has not hindered my love of poetry.  I really enjoy finding a new poem.  Reading it a few times to listen to the rhythm of the poem.  For me it does not matter that I might not know what the poet intended by the poem.  I do not need to delve into every line and stanza to enjoy a poem.

 

the sun
and her flowers

this is the recipe of life
said my mother
as she held me in her arms as i wept
think of those flowers you plant
in the garden each year
they will teach you
that people too
must wilt
fall
root
rise
in order to bloom

Rupi Kaur

I have enjoyed the poetry of Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill for years. This is one of my favourite of her poetry.

An Crann

le Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill

 

Do tháinig bean an leasa
le Black & Decker
do ghearr sí anuas mo chrann.
D’fhanas im óinseach ag féachaint uirthi
faid a bhearraigh sí na brainsí
ceann ar cheann.

 

The following is a poem which I came across in an anthology of poems. I often wonder how it would sound in it’s own language. Is there a difference between today’s language and when it was written in 619?

 

Flowers and Moonlight on the Spring River

Yang-Ti, Emperor of Sui Dynasty

Translated by Arthur Waley

 

The evening river is level and motionless —

The spring colours just open to their full.

Suddenly a wave carries the moon away

And the tidal water comes with its freight of stars.

 

Have you come across a poem which has stirred something in you. Perhaps you might like to share?

 

 

National Tell a Fairy Tale Day!

Did you know that some countries celebrate Fairy Tales today. No? Me neither. I am probably one of the minority who really don’t like fairy tales.

I always found them sinister and really frightening.  I could never get away from the evil images. Nightmares usually ensued after reading a fairy tale. My son was deprived of many fairy tales as it was his father who read them to him and not me.

Give me Winnie the Pooh any day or Peter Rabbit but there is no room for fairy tales on my shelf.  I do have one exception…..Tinkerbelle.

A Word or Phrase

I was asked recently what phrase or word, other than “I love you”, would I consider to be of paramount importance. For me it is “Thank You”. Those two words can lighten my day. They can bring such a feeling of worth and can at times validate me.

This means that when I receive a “thank you”, I now know it is genuinely meant and thus making it so much more important than ever before. Today when I held the door of a shop open to allow someone to exit that person said “Thank You” and it certainly made my day as there is generally no acknowledgement.

In fact fairly recently I held the door, open as I would, to allow a young lady to exit  rather than barging my way into a shop only to be greeted with “It is no wonder that women are still looked down upon, when we still have women like you holding doors open.” I was so stunned that what to me was politeness would be seen as putting down women.

I hadn’t realised that things had changed so much that a gesture of thoughtfulness would be seen as an insult.  Things have changed.

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I hadn’t realised just how much value I put on those two words. Does it matter then when people do not express their thanks? For me it is important but for others it is way down their list of priorities.  I have come to realise that I have to accept that difference, but with the proviso that the phrase “Thank You” is important to me and perhaps others need to respect that. Or am I asking too much?

 

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Today It means something.

 

Isn’t it strange how sometimes one gets absolutely no response from reading a quote, thought or poem? Then a day, a month even years later one reads the same thought or quote and it just blows one away. Now that is exactly what happened to me.

I have developed an allergy to the dust that arises when cutting card and paper. Which has turned out to be a bit of a pain considering that paper and everything related to it has always been part of my life. Over the last  I have been boxing my paper stash.

I was clearing another shelf this morning when a tag label I had made,  floated to the floor. It read“Start where you are and use what you have”. It stopped me in my tracks. I have such a stash of paper and paper related items. Then my phone tinged with some notifications and before 10 minutes had elapsed I had found homes for my paper stash. I love the concept and so my boxes are destined for a number of groups who don’t have the money to use on craft items. So definitely recycle and reuse are to the fore.

Over the years I have accumulated fabric. Well I found if I photocopied some fabric it made brilliant back drops for cards!!! Yes, my mind works in mysterious ways. During the last three years I have gradually become interested in quilting. Now I am gradually able to see what fabric I have.

Now before anyone may suggest that I am just replacing the shelf space, which had previous stored card stock, with fabric I would have to disagree. It may in time but for now poetry books have meandered in, journals duly followed, then the cookery books seemed lonely and just needed to be seen and looked at. I’m sure you know how it is!!! Or at least I am hoping there is someone out there who can empathise.

But to get back to the tag label “Start where you are and use what you have”  So, I am starting where I am at this moment with the fabric and books and I will see where it leads me. Mmmmmm there are just so many avenues.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sleep that elusive concept.

“A little stretch and yes it feels good. I must have been asleep for hours. Then looking at the clock realise it has been all of three hours.”

Quotes About Not Sleeping At Night

 

So what do you do when sleep eludes you? What do you do after you have gone through the list of things to be thankful for? What do you do after perhaps saying prayers? What do you do after quietly reading using a soft light not to awaken your partner? What do you do after turning and twisting for another hour?

For years the answer to my irregular sleep was paper crafting. It was quiet, interesting and at the end there was something to show for the hours where sleep eluded me.  Paper crafting brought me into contact with so many other paper crafters. Other nights when I needed inspiration it was to the internet and that good old friend Google to find new ideas for paper crafting.

One of my fellow paper crafters then introduced me to Pinterest which broadened my interest in paper further.  When out for a walk I would see things which I photographed and then turned into background paper. The inability to sleep at night was no longer a burden. It had been turned into something very positive.

What does one do when one can no longer papercraft? I know I could crochet but I have found that it is not holding my interest as it used to.  Reading is an option but it is not what I  am looking for.

I suppose I could hand quilt but if you knew how bad my hand sewing is you would be quickly telling me to put the sewing needle away. I know there is that say “practise makes perfect” but there are exceptions to every rule. Machine quilting is just not an option as there are other people asleep in the house.

I have tried baking but really that is not fair on the rest of the family who are trying to keep an eye on what they are eating so I am either scuppering their eating habits or I am freezing the cakes and lets face it there is only so much food one can freeze.

So what do you do when sleep is constantly eluding you? What do you do with your early morning or nighttime wakeful hours?

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How a Sound Can Lead Us to …

My craft room sounded differently and felt different.  The colour on the wall had changed. I looked up from my megga sorting to find the rain had stopped and the sun was out.

I like the sound of the rain on the roof.  There is something comforting about the rhythm of rain.  Each shower has  a different rhythm and funnily enough there is a totally different sound to rain after a long dry spell.

However, let me explain something.  A long dry spell for Ireland is perhaps 7 days. Yes really seven days.  This year was a heat wave which lasted from June until August with record low levels of rain throughout the country.  Ireland has not experienced such a dry spell since 1976.

Today’s rain had a very soothing sound and it had a constant rhythm which gave a great background to a sort out.  Yes it was time to sort out my fabric stash.  Or that was the idea. Yes, I did start on my Christmas fabric. This lead me to taking down my “Christmas Journal” and choosing fabrics for people. Then I just had to think of items I could make for them. Which in turn lead me to a different selection of fabric.  You know how it goes or perhaps not? Perhaps it is only me who goes off on these tangents.

It was the sound of the rain stopping which put a halt to my gallops and I realised that I had accomplished little or no sorting but had a great few hours thinking of people.  So definitely not time wasted.  Spread around me was a sea of Christmas colour with ideas for Christmas presents.  My journal had new ideas with many word maps in varying different colour pens.  (That reminds me I must try and see if I can get colour cartridges for my fountain pen.)

I know it is only October and I am thinking of Christmas but if like me presents are made then it does require numerous weeks to plan and execute.

 

 

Comparison

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I was sent this today and it is so true. There are so many times when we compare ourselves to others. Sometimes we don’t say it out loud but saying it privately to ourselves can be even more destructive.

It is the last line which has struck me as being very powerful “Gratitude turns what we have into enough”.

Wow, just take a second and think about it…..