Why Hello There!

Hello! Long time, no post eh?! Now, I've got two things to say today!

Firstly:

This gif is making my very happy right now. I just want to sit and look at it until it magically takes me to England.

Second:

I have a new blog! I am writing daily blog posts for a year just because. I started almost two weeks ago. Feel free to check me out over there if you want to stay in touch because I may not be over here very often anymore. So here's the link, http://questerstale.wordpress.com

Now have a lovely morning/day/evening/night/whatever-it-is-where-you-are and all the best!

-Becky

Disheartened

Disheartened - January 27, 2013

Do you ever feel

Like you’re tapped in the open

Everywhere’s an option

But there’s nowhere to go

I feel like that

It sucks.

recording of poem

Sense of Spring

Sense of Spring
March 12, 2012

There is no word for the sound that rain makes
It's the falling, the ripple, the formation of lakes
It can pitter or patter, and go splish and sposh
But for the sound that it makes, there's no word to describe

It's a feeling, a taste, it's a vision that falls
It's something inside you, a sound that just calls
Calls to stay in the dry, or come play in the rain
A game dodging raindrops, the cold down your face

It's the smell of wet earth, and the sound of the birds
It's the squelsh of damp mud, but for it there's no words
It's each drip off a leaf to the puddle below
It's the taste on your tongue, it's the sound of the rain

Seen in red rubber wellies, or long, dry rain coats
In the mist, on the wind, sending grime all afloat
It's the cleansing, renewing, the sense of the new
Beginning, new growing, and new things to do

There is no word for the sound that rain makes
Just the feeling, the knowing, the smell and the taste


I was going to write a poem a week, but I tried it and discovered it's not really something you can force, so when it comes, it'll come...

I'm Back!

Orange Juice, I'm back and I'm writing poetry.

Random poetry? Yes.
Fun poetry? Fun for me...
Good Poetry? Umm...how bout you decide!
Here's Poem #1


Shell Boat (written January 17, 2011)

I have a little boat
A little boat made out of shells
It does not float
My little boat
My little boat of shells

I got it as a gift
It was a present from a friend
From across the sea
She kindly brought me
My little boat of shells

It is a very small ship
With three flags and rope of red
I'll pretend one day
To sail away
In my little boat of shells