Sometimes the words we speak or see can be that old saying, “Poetry to our ears.” It’s not so much the words that are spoken as much as the meaning behind them.
I think that has become more evident for me now than any other time in my past. When I’d read a book, it was just that, a book. Don’t get me wrong. If I read a book it’s because I enjoyed it. However, now, those same words take on a different meaning for me. When put together just right, they can seem like they are poetry to our ears.
I wrote something the other day for my fiction novel that when I completed it, I knew I’d written something meaningful for the story. It would build depth into and adding a special layer that might not otherwise be there. It’s like it hit that sweet spot. Here is what I wrote:
This was no ordinary door. She and her family designed it together. It signified their unity and love for each other. It was made of thick stained glass. A big sturdy oak tree stood in the middle, its branches jutting out in a display where they reached to the side and all the way to the top edge. The leaves signified the life they all lived. The multicolored mosaic represented the vibrancy and color of those lives. Her happiness, over watching the door being installed, would now always be a symbol of things lost.
Another way that words have become poetic is to actually write a poem. I have posted some of my poems on here before. There have been some that are cute and then some that are rather meaningful. I’d like to share a couple here that were meant for Mari’s book but now they won’t be in there due to how I’ve changed what I’m writing for her book. Let me know what you think. And what do you think of Poetry for Your Table?
Moments
Who could have known
this moment would have arrived;
one we were told was impossible
and would never come
The moment of breath,
the moment of life;
even at that
a rope stops it cold.
Only the magic
of an angel’s hands;
who works his magic
to bring us the moment
we’ve waited for.
At last the air escapes
into the vastness around;
it shows us the promise of
days, months, and years to come.
Who could have known
that all at once love envelops
the one waiting in the clouds
other than the Everlasting.
The amazing power of love
holds us to this moment;
as the future is promising
yet bleak at the same time.
Unforgettable
Why is she stubborn?
Who really knows.
The burp just won’t come
and this really blows.
We try sitting her up
and patting her back.
It just won’t budge
no matter the whack.
The next thing we try
is laying her on our lap.
It still won’t budge
so it’s time for a nap.
We try sitting her up
one last time you see.
Who could have known
It’d hit the poor woman’s knee.
In the end it did
finally make it on out.
No one’ll ever forget
with this there’s no doubt.
Troublesome Twos
How troublesome can
the Two’s really be?
It can’t be as bad
as everyone makes it seem.
What is that across the
room making that toy mess?
No it can’t be the sweet angelic angel
that I hold so dear!
Am I dreaming or having
hallucinations in my head?
As it can’t be real or
even possible by her hands.
Yet, there she is
all smiles and giggles a plenty;
Looking so innocent while
wreaking havoc at the same time.
A Tribute to Autism Teachers
What type of person can teach a child with autism?
They first must be strong.
The strength to get through
those very hard days.
They need to be wise.
The wisdom to know
what is in the child’s best interest.
They need to be creative.
The creativity to plan out
each and every school day.
They need to love laughing.
The laughter that can be
needed to lighten the mood
They need to be thoughtful.
The thoughtfulness to help out
those parents who are in need.
They need to be caring.
The care they show their students
when things don’t always go as planned.
Finally, they must be able to allow change to happen.
The ability to go with the flow
when the time calls for it.
This is the description of an autism teacher.
What Could It Be?
Her lack of communication
Was apparent to all
What could we do
To help it finally come forth?
Would PECS be the way
To help her with this?
Was not really her thing,
She didn’t take to it I guess.
What about sign language
Do you think that might work?
It’s better than PECS
But really hardly enough.
But what else can we try
If these things do not work?
Could it be in the everyday
Products we all happen to use?
I’ve heard of Going Green
And how non-toxic they can be.
It’s better for our environment
So might as well see if it works for her too.
One month, two months,
Three months go on by.
Four months still nothing
So what will five bring?
I’m not expecting much because
would it really take this long to work?
Yet, one day she asked a
Question all on her very own.
I could not believe my ears,
Could this really be her?
Why, yes it is her communicating
For the first time in her life.
Up on the Roof
I hear something up on the roof.
What could it possibly be?
At first I am unsure
So I listen as closely as I can.
I can’t believe what I hear.
This just cannot be real.
It is non-other than
The pitter-patter of little footsteps.
I can now hear her just
Laughing & singing & dancing around.
She has no care to even be thought of
Other than living in her own little world.
I become so scared
by what I now know
As I run outside just in time
to get her on down.
The moment has passed.
She’s now all safe & sound.
Unfortunately for me she’s already
Thinking how to do it again.
