Monday, January 29, 2018

...On Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away (Nature)

 
 
 

 
 

Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Nature)
           
            Creating Poetry and/or Fiction is just “one word” away. One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. You get to choose one special word, and allow the magic to happen. The power behind “one word” will prove magnificent. Just “one word” will breathe life into your poetry and place your fiction on the wondrous road of make believe. Just “one word” will lead your poetry and fiction into the hearts and minds of readers around the world. Remember, however, that it all must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Nature”.


NATURE

                “Nature” introduced itself to me this morning, as I was making my way to the park. It spoke to me with a sprinkle of rain from its lips and a hint of sunshine from its eyes. I opened my raincoat and let it in, then wrapped my arms around it like a good friend. We continued to walk. We continued to talk. We smiled, we laughed, we skipped over puddles. Then we strolled through the park as “Nature” continued to speak. The trees swayed, lightning hit, thunder roared, and we ran for shelter. Once we made it safely under a brick enclosure, “Nature” left me standing there with a last sprinkle of rain from its lips. It touched me and kissed me, then said “good-bye”. I sadly watched as “Nature” took off and went about its business. I patiently waited until all calmed down, in hopes “Nature” would be back to walk me home.


                              NATURE

Nature is Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
     The whispering wind and echoing bird call
     The colored leaves that fall from trees
     And the thunder that brings us to our knees

It’s the sun that brightens the world with love
     It’s the audubon flight of an innocent dove
     It’s the rain that spills from a crying cloud
     And the kiss from a breeze so soft and proud

It’s the snow that blankets the world in white
    As we watch it fall with sheer delight
    It’s the song of the heavens; one great melody
    It’s the sound of Nature; in full harmony


Thursday, January 4, 2018

...On Poetry and Fiction - The "Snowflakes" That Live Among Us

 
 
 
 

 
 

            Have you ever noticed a snowflake after it has fallen onto your winter coat, or your woolen glove? Some are strange looking, others messy looking – yet there is always that one and only which stands out.  There is always that one and only that becomes your special friend for the day. The one that makes you smile, the one that speaks to you, the one that pays you a short visit as you walk along the streets. There is always that one and only that you hope would stay put on your coat or your glove, so that you could show it off to the next person you run into. You beg it to stay with a stare from your eyes. Unfortunately, it melts away as quickly as it appears. It’s beautiful. It’s regal. It’s enchanting. It’s a work of art, it’s a gift of nature, and it’s a message from God. It is perfectly formed, and is magically cut out as if it were created in an arts and crafts class. It resembles a piece of exquisite lace, or a miniature crocheted stitch from one of grandma’s doilies. Remember those?

            Children adore snow. However, what they see is “the sum of all of its parts” in one big snowfall, as they patiently wait to go out and play in it. They jump in it, talk to it, sing to it, laugh with it. They make snow angels, throw snowballs, build snowmen…and just enjoy the mystery of snow in the simplest ways, without question. If they listen closely, the snow speaks into their innocent ears in the form of a cold and tingly snowflake. Yes, snowflakes live among us through the whispers of nature.

            Adults adore snow too. Only before they see the beauty of it, they also recognize “the sum of all of its parts” in one big snowfall, as they wait to go out and shovel it. They walk in it, slip in it, drive in it, skid in it, and often times argue with it. They clear their properties so people can walk by, they dig out their cars so they can get to work or run errands, and they continue to watch those awful inches grow higher and nastier by the hour…But yes, adults too may enjoy the mystery of snow in the simplest ways; but most times miss its loveliness by wondering only about the effects of “the sum of all of its parts”.

            Sometimes in life, we are told to stop and smell the coffee – or stop and smell the roses. Well, while that is good advice, let’s add one more idiom to the mix. That is, “Stop and appreciate the snowflakes”. Their message is bright and clear. When the perfect one falls on top of you, take notice and befriend it. Let it walk with you, let it talk with you, let it teach you about life before it quickly disappears. The conversation between you will be subtle, yet perfect. Its perfection will tell you that there is something much greater than ourselves who is in control of our universe. What a gift it is to receive such a message through the beauty of a snowflake.

           
            SNOWFLAKES

A gift of nature, a message from God
     They are a work of art - regal beauty
            So enchanting as they fall to earth

So white, so pure, and heaven-sent
     Exquisite lace – grand perfection
            Amazing to the naked eye

Kissed by angels upon descent
     Crocheted by hands of celestial pride
            So wondrous, so divine, the astral cousin

Stellar and glorious in magic and mystery
     Formation born of unrivaled magnificence
            Its pattern perfectly aligned – so picturesque

So reverent and saintly in its lone state
     Adored by its creator, viewed from up above
            One snowflake - then two, three, maybe four

A beautiful snowfall brings more and more
     The sum of all of its parts
            – yet one snowflake will roar!