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The Lighthouse Shall Lead Me Home.

I was feeding the muse with poetry, trying to find the inspiration to move from 40k to 50k for NaNoWriMo, when I stumbled upon this poem. The imagery and emotion conveyed in this piece is breathtaking.

Poems & People

As the fading progeny of a burning god,
lights the heavens for today’s last breath,
I feel the warmth but for a moment’s nod
and behold the glory of that orb in death.
Although my path is lit with borrowed
and not as brilliant lights fluorescent,
yet fearful leads my bleakest road,
and I it’s traveler from eons spent.
Memories of all my past’s sunshine
and now its successor, these city lights,
shimmer on waves of sweet summer wine
an ocean drunk on this carnival of sights.
Will I see the end someday?
will I have one final chance?
to feel the scent of an ocean gray
and dance to heaven’s serene seance?
I ponder if I had every dream
and wish that I had ever made,
would I have known the sullen gleam
would I now tread the golden shade
of sand where my feet feel the shore,

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Feed the Muse: Kubla Kahn by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I’m not reading any books while I’m knee-deep in NaNoWriMo, but I have been reading poems to feed the muse. Here is one I found quite inspiring:

Kubla Khan

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge


In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.


So twice five miles of fertile ground

With walls and towers were girdled round:

And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills,

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

And here were forests ancient as the hills,

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.


But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!

A savage place! As holy and enchanted

As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted

By woman wailing for her demon-lover!


And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,

As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

A mighty fountain momently was forced:

Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst

Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,

Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:

And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever

It flung up momently the sacred river.

Five miles meandering with a mazy motion

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,

Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:


And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

Ancestral voices prophesying war!


The shadow of the dome of pleasure

Floated midway on the waves;

Where was heard the mingled measure

From the fountain and the caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,

A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!


A damsel with a dulcimer

In a vision once I saw:

It was an Abyssinian maid,

And on her dulcimer she played,

Singing of Mount Abora.

Could I revive within me

Her symphony and song,

To such a deep delight ‘twould win me,

That with music loud and long,

I would build that dome in air,

That sunny dome! those caves of ice!


And all who heard should see them there,

And all should cry, Beware! Beware!

His flashing eyes, his floating hair!

Weave a circle round him thrice,

And close your eyes with holy dread,

For he on honey-dew hath fed,

And drunk the milk of Paradise.

A Tale about The Canterbury Tales

Geoffrey Chaucer, whose Canterbury Tales share...
Geoffrey Chaucer, whose Canterbury Tales shares many sources with various Decameron tales, including IX, 6. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Read poetry every day of your life. Poetry is good because it flexes muscles you don’t use often enough. Poetry expands the senses and keeps them in prime condition. It keeps you aware of your nose, your eye, your ear, your tongue, your hand. And, above all, poetry is compacted metaphor or simile.” ~ Ray Bradbury on Feeding the Muse

One night when my husband and I were dating, we were discussing the books we read during high school. To my surprise, he admitted that he enjoyed reading The Canterbury Tales. He had to memorize the first 18 lines of the General Prologue and loved reciting the Middle English version it was written in. I asked him if he could remember the lines and he began to recite the following:

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heath
The tender croppes, and the younge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye,
That slepen al the night with open ye,
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages),
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmer for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Canterbury they wende,
The holy blissful martir for to seke,
That hem hath helpen, whan that they were seke.

He was trying to be funny, and couldn’t  remember it in its entirety, but when he was finished, I sat there speechless. Then I said, “Would you mind doing that again?”

Here’s a version I found on YouTube, but my husband recites it better. 🙂

Here’s the Modern English version:

When in April the sweet showers fall
And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all
The veins are bathed in liquor of such power
As brings about the engendering of the flower,
When also Zephyrus with his sweet breath
Exhales an air in every grove and heath
Upon the tender shoots, and the young sun
His half-course in the sign of the Ram has run,
And the small fowl are making melody
That sleep away the night with open eye
(So nature pricks them and their heart engages)
Then people long to go on pilgrimages
And palmers long to seek the stranger strands
Of far-off saints, hallowed in sundry lands,
And specially, from every shire’s end
Of England, down to Canterbury they wend
To seek the holy blissful martyr, quick
To give his help to them when they were sick.


Blogger Quote of the Week: Charles Yallowitz & Ionia Martin

I’ve been posting this on Sunday but I’m a little behind this time. The Blogger Quote of the Week for the week ending June 23rd is shared by two of my fellow bloggers: Ionia Martin and Charles Yallowitz. It seems fitting that they be recognized together since I find it difficult to mention one without the other. Plus, the banter between these two is reminiscent of sibling rivalry and I thought it would be fun to force these two to share. 🙂 If you’d like to see an example of their friendly banter, check out this post. While they love to rib each other in the comments, there is an underlying current of affection and loyalty that reminds me of the relationship I have with my siblings.

These two are prolific bloggers, publishing several posts per day. They light up the blogosphere with words of encouragement for fellow bloggers. It seems whenever I go to comment on a post Charles and Ionia have both already left their mark. I have often questioned whether they are even human or possibly they’ve cloned themselves many times over.

If you haven’t had the pleasure of following their blogs I highly recommend you do so. Not only will you receive a daily dose of comic relief, many helpful tips on writing and publishing, book reviews and author interviews but you will be awed by the poetry they write, which leads me to the quotes for this week. The words I wish to memorialize here come from poems each of them wrote this week. I hope you like them as much as I did.

Wishing for the Void

Bring me to the void
Where noises cease to be
Wrap me in a womb
Made of silence and numbness
Take my ears and eyes
And dash them upon the ground
Leave me with my thoughts
As I listen to my heart and mind
Desperately trying to speak
Through the chaos
That fills my daily life

~Charles Yallowitz

Forever and One Day

Just one moon
but different skies
just one world
through different eyes

Different locales
but goals the same
to find a way
and beat this game

Hearts divide
then reunite
when his morning
is my night

tender words
a whispered kiss
who would have known
it would be like this

no road too long
no sea too cold
to stop my love
young or old

I’d wait for him
or forever and
one day

to have a moment
of speechless joy
at the sight of his
handsome face

~Ionia Martin

Quote of the Week: William Ernest Henley

Invictus (Photo credit: Krissy.Venosdale)

The quote of the week comes from a poem by the English poet William Ernest Henley. When he was 17 one of his legs was amputated to save his life. He wrote Invictus while recovering from surgery to salvage his remaining leg. These words always give me goosebumps. The entire poem follows.

“It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.”


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Forever Can Never Be Long Enough For Me

Today’s post is for my husband. He recently learned how to play this song on his guitar because he knows how much I love it but I love it even more when he plays and sings it for me. He has such an incredible voice. It’s a shame I’m the only one that gets to hear it.

Happy Anniversary Baby!

“Marry Me”

Forever can never be long enough for me
To feel like I’ve had long enough with you
Forget the world now, we won’t let them see
But there’s one thing left to do
Now that the weight has lifted
Love has surely shifted my way
Marry me
Today and every day
Marry me
If I ever get the nerve to say “Hello” in this cafe
Say you will
Say you will
Together can never be close enough for me
To feel like I am close enough to you
You wear white and I’ll wear out the words “I love you”
And you’re beautiful
Now that the wait is over
And love has finally shown her my way
Marry me
Today and every day
Marry me
If I ever get the nerve to say “Hello” in this cafe
Say you will
Say you will
Promise me
You’ll always be
Happy by my side
I promise to
Sing to you
When all the music dies
And marry me
Today and everyday
Marry me
If I ever get the nerve to say “Hello” in this cafe
Say you will
Say you will
Marry me