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

I Talk?

I'm starting to post audio recordings of some of my poems on my soundcloud page so if that's something that interests you, you can check those out here. Thanks for your interest and support! =D

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

Drowning

Drowning – May 2, 2012

Staring, churning

Watching, whirling

Falling, moving

Sinking, knocking

Rushing, roaring

Pulling, crashing

Gasping, swallowing

Choking, panicking

Freezing, slowing

Relaxing, darkening

Stopping, sinking

Peaceful

Black.

On the Dale

On the Dale
April 17, 2012

There’s a barrenness, a loneliness
You’re left with the feeling of lacking something
And it is lacking it’s empty
All yellows and browns and blank
But in the barrenness is beauty
Unspoilt nature
It’s gorgeous, the emptiness
But you’re not quite sure why
As you look, and you breathe, and you stand in the wind
You feel a power flow through you
Quick, silent, and strong
As you look at the emptiness
Barren but not broken
You feel though you’re empty, though you’re weak, you can stand
Though it stands there so empty
It stays ever as strong
Heart fills with barren beauty
From the strength of the moor


(Written on my holiday in England)


(Audio 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...

Week 1 - Listen to Learn

In 2012, I am going to try to write one poem every week. This is week 1.

Listen to Learn
January 7, 2012

Words that hurt
That cut, that strike
Words that warn
To stop a fight

Words of wisdom
Understanding and strength
Words of knowledge
From experience drank

Words that come
And risk the wrath
Words from love
To guide the path

Words that raise
A protest of pride
Words that cause
A humbled mind

Words that help
Relive the stress
Words that bring
The peace of rest