The Poetry That Is Life

Trying to find the beauty, the poetry, in every moment



For the love of blogging


Today’s #LoveBlog prompt is “Blogger Love,” and I had a really difficult time figuring out what to write. I haven’t as yet been one to follow the prompts precisely, but even Brita’s topic suggestions in her introductory post just didn’t spark any ideas with me. The main reason for that is because I’m a blogger on the fringes, and because of that, I really couldn’t address her questions.

The thing is, I love social media, and I love writing, so it would seem that blogging would be the ideal platform for me. However, if you know me, or have done much investigation of this blog, you will see otherwise Continue reading “For the love of blogging”


Too Long…and an Ode

So, it has been ENTIRELY too long since I’ve updated this blog.  Entirely.  Too Long.

There is a lot that I could write about, and I hope that I will soon be able to write about the meaningful things I have learned and been working through in my life since the last post.  However, this is not the time.  I shouldn’t be writing at all because of my homework load.  However, I felt the need to at least write something.

So, I will share a poem.  In Human Situation I today we were asked to write a poem that–at least slightly–mimicked the style and form of Pablo Neruda’s “Ode to…” poems.  This is the second time we’ve been asked to write something creative in a very short amount of time (15-20 minutes), and it is very mind-stretching.  At first I hated feeling so pressured when writing, but I’ve actually come to enjoy the exercise.  The time limit forces your mind to search within itself, and I find myself digging up ideas and thoughts and contemplations I didn’t realize I had.  For example, this poem.  I orginally planned to write about nectarines (to copy Neruda’s own theme of food), and look what I ended up with.  It’s a very interesting process.

So without further ado, here (humbly, as I don’t claim to be any good) is my poem. 

Ode to Paper

so thin, yet so strong

you are but a means to an end

you’re expanse is empty,

waiting for the paint

or ink

of some tortured soul to invest you with meaning.

your destiny is not your own

you are shaped by the thoughts of others.

what a shallow experience!

and yet

the lack of substance

begets your value to others

you act as an

unbiased listener

a confidant to whom

we can grieve

and who will


share our joys.

Mundane? Not a chance!

I have a hard time bringing myself to write the day to day events of my life on the web.  For one, I have no idea if it would interest anyone.  That’s the superficial reason.  The more underlying reason is that it just seems so…mundane.  Not that there is anything wrong with the mundane.  It’s just that to me, as I’m experiencing life, it doesn’t seem mundane  at all!!  It’s like there’s this dimension of experience that adds a certain flavor to life that, for me personally, is difficult to explain.  I don’t know whether that’s a fault on my part as a writer, or if it’s difficult for everyone.  The thing that makes it even more frusterating is that I know exactly what that different “dimension of experience” is, I just can’t describe it with clarity to make it real for anyone who’s not going through it themselves. 

I will go ahead tell you what it is though, despite the risk of coming off as trite.  It’s Jesus!!!

It’s as if everything I do, every small, miniscule detail, has a deeper meaning and deeper significance than I ever thought possible.  I’m learning just how amazing it is to let Christ in all His awesomeness, and my relationship with him, saturate everything I do.  I don’t know if others can see it, but I can feel a difference. 

It’s a wonderful difference, by the way.  🙂

The Beginning

So, I’m sitting in the library attempting to write an essay that is due Monday.  I’ve been stuggling with writer’s block, so I go off to create a blog.  Make sense? Not at all.

I’ve been playing with the idea of creating a blog for some time now.  I did the whole xanga thing in the early stages of high school (probably one of the most superficial things I’ve ever seen or read—for the most part.  Some people wrote meaningfully.  But I digress).  I even began another blog this summer with the intention of writing anonymously about “issues” (whatever that means) that I felt strongly about at any given time.  I built up a portfolio of a grand and amazing…one post.  And that was the end of that.

I don’t want to give this blog a particularly purpose.  Partially because I don’t know what the purpose will be myself.  Daily reflections, maybe?  A way for my family to stay updated with what’s going on with my life?  I’m not sure what it will turn into.  (Granted that I keep it going.  I don’t want to shoot myself in the foot from the get-go through negative thinking, but I’m a busy girl, and I’m not really sure how to be honest and open on here and not reveal too much of myself.  That could be a dangerous combination for the life-span of a blog.)

I just hope that whatever this blog turns out to be, that I can be real with my audience (whoever that is) and uplift them somehow.  I hope they can take away something meaningful from what I have to say, even if it’s just knowing what I’m up to.

So, what am I up to?  Well, for now, it’s getting back to that essay…

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