‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said,’ to talk of many things, of shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings…’
Lewis Carroll, The Walrus and the Carpenter
Poetry. The only thing that pulls more emotion from me is music. I love poetry and prose. The type of poetry I enjoy most rhymes. It has a beat to it – a staccato rhythm that beats with my heart, wakes it up and makes it feel. Poetry feeds emotion without the need of music; it’s pure, unadulterated language. Ah, to laugh, to love, to live – is poetry…
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by…”
Who can ignore those words? Who can miss the challenge in them? Who, upon reading them, can stare at a road they’ve never been down and not wonder where it goes? Not I, I say – not I.
Who hasn’t heard or read The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe, in part or in whole? “Quoth the raven, ‘Nevermore’.” Or, who hasn’t read numerous Dr. Seuss books, which is nothing more than silly poetry written for children? And yet… the magic of the words, the rhythms and the rhymes still exist in The Cat in the Hat, and Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends (a book I have always dearly loved to own and could never push myself to buy).
I’m sad to say that, until tonight, I had forgotten my love of poetry and prose.
I’ve had a rough week; thus the reason for the lack of post last Tuesday. I’m tired, and my brain has gone on strike, refusing to give any help on a topic. I had to go digging for inspiration.
As I searched for a topic to write about, I came across some old files of mine. My computer is sort of like the old “catch all” file cabinet. It’s caught quite a few things I wish it hadn’t. Some of my past writings are incredibly dark, with words I no longer use and rage I no longer feel. And yet… there was this one…
When I pulled it out and read it, it brought back wonderful memories of a little girl who’s always wanted to grow up and be “just like you, Mommy”. Now, she’s “my little love bug”. Once upon a time, though, she was “my little shadow”:
My Little Shadow (2006)
My little shadow’s full of light
Her carefree smile is big and bright.
She’s always playing “Mommy See”
And “Mommy Do” and “Mommy Me”.
With Mommy she does jumping jacks,
With Brother she does color stacks.
You tell her “Whee”, she turns around
And spins and spins ’til she falls down.
When Mommy’s talking on the phone
She’s never talking all alone –
Shadow’s talking on her dog
While looking for a plastic log.
She’s always taking Mommy’s book
And I think she likes to cook.
She smacks her spoon around her bowl
And likes to dip her dinner roll.
She’s learned the words “bed” and “okay”
(And one I wish she wouldn’t say).
The little darling loves to swing
And won’t stay out of anything.
My little shadow’s only one
But she’s always lots of fun.
She’s three foot four (or four foot three),
Either way, she’s little me.
It’s not the best, but then, it doesn’t have to be. It reminded me of a time I had forgotten. It reminded me of a love I had lost and now have found again. In looking at the darker pieces, it reminded me that all is not lost, and how much I’ve changed in the last few years. Such a gift to have found again. Thank you for letting me share it with you!