Hallelujah

Ann Sample (my Muzzie, my grandmother's creation)

Poetry Thursday

~(Poem for a poet, inspired from a book of poems I picked up from my Grandmother's house)

Body limp in rest, images pierce and fade in mad order
As my mind alters into recognition, the transient signal of day break.

Recite these truths to me over and over before I wake.

So as my eyes hold loosely shut, I may form these words upon my lips,

Rolling over into their seductive arms, full of loving hope, denying just yet the day to take.

Recite these truths to me over and over before I wake.

Pour them into a star and sew it to the patchwork midnight sky,

So it may not shoot and burn, leaving of my dreams, a scorned line to trace.

Recite these truths to me over and over before I wake, dear William Herbert Carruth, Dreamer of Dreams.


~Letter to my favorite poet~

Thank you for introducing me to Peggy Ann McKay. She gave me the courage and humility to stand among my adolescent peers for talent day and tell her story about a kid who fibbed in order to play. I was scared out of my mind, dressed in a flannel pajama gown over my jeans, holding perforated copy paper to drop and reveal the list of reasons "not to go to school today".

Being shy, I still do not know how I got through it, except in that moment I must have not believed in judgment. It must have been her story, your poetry, full of adventure, imagery, silly truths. Fun ways of saying how we feel at times. Your writings were the first I read from an adult that did not speak to me as adult, but instead a muse for my own imaginings.

I enjoy the same humor as you, I believe. Silly wit.

I admire "your light" within the attic of your mind.

Please come visit me and take me to the end of the sidewalk...again.

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Man, this is hard! I have always written my own poetry here and there, in a feeling, mostly in the thick of angry or sad. But to write from a given idea and within a time line is hard, yet so energizing to my mind. While I fought with this poem because I could not easily write it, I realize the value it brings to the flow of my writing. To let the ink flow, my fingers madly chasing my words...I am excited to be a part of Poetry Thursday- even when I doubt my ability, I feel this will help my writings grow.