Comments on: Invitation to Poetry: “Tell Us What You’ve Found” http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/ Transformative Living through Contemplative & Expressive Arts Sun, 14 Mar 2010 23:41:56 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Karla MG (Kmamommy) http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/comment-page-1/#comment-11957 Karla MG (Kmamommy) Fri, 01 Feb 2008 20:05:34 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/#comment-11957 The river will run The river will turn The river will swell The river will dwell Upon this river will I launch my vessel Upon this river will I lunch and dine Upon this river will I find my time Upon this river will I dwell in peace For here, amidst the rushing waters, Is safety in the deep. Though danger may lurk around the next bend, I shall not fear, for my Lord is here. The movement is calming, exhilarating, inspiring, and always deepening. My heart longs To be back on the river, the river of my childhood. Where crickets chirped, birds sang, and leaves swayed in the breeze Above the always moving water. And so, in my minds eye, in my heart, in my memories, I am still on the river... At peace and forever inspired. --Karla The river will run
The river will turn
The river will swell
The river will dwell

Upon this river will I launch my vessel
Upon this river will I lunch and dine
Upon this river will I find my time
Upon this river will I dwell in peace

For here, amidst the rushing waters,
Is safety in the deep.
Though danger may lurk around the next bend,
I shall not fear, for my Lord is here.
The movement is calming,
exhilarating,
inspiring,
and always deepening.

My heart longs
To be back on the river,
the river of my childhood.
Where crickets chirped,
birds sang,
and leaves swayed in the breeze
Above the always moving water.

And so, in my minds eye,
in my heart,
in my memories,
I am still on the river…
At peace and forever inspired.
–Karla

]]> By: Wren http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/comment-page-1/#comment-11768 Wren Tue, 29 Jan 2008 05:21:35 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/#comment-11768 Floating, Not Adrift Thoughts slip-slap gently against my mind, Moving me ever so slightly Into this idea and that… Relishing the sunny day, I lie Idle in the shallows, Ripples lip-lapping my hollow sides. Prow noses into sandy shore, At most a tenuous hold on terra firma. No rope ties me fast, No anchor weighs me down. Breathing in the moment, Letting it pass, I am borne on the water As on Spirit, held lightly, Always free to go. Floating, Not Adrift

Thoughts slip-slap gently against my mind,
Moving me ever so slightly
Into this idea and that…
Relishing the sunny day, I lie
Idle in the shallows,
Ripples lip-lapping my hollow sides.
Prow noses into sandy shore,
At most a tenuous hold on terra firma.
No rope ties me fast,
No anchor weighs me down.
Breathing in the moment,
Letting it pass,
I am borne on the water
As on Spirit, held lightly,
Always free to go.

]]> By: and the winner is… | Abbey of the Arts http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/comment-page-1/#comment-11662 and the winner is… | Abbey of the Arts Sat, 26 Jan 2008 06:17:01 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/#comment-11662 [...] you again to everyone who participated in this week’s Poetry Party.  There was a total of 27 submissions!  It always does feel like a celebration.  Look for the [...] [...] you again to everyone who participated in this week’s Poetry Party.  There was a total of 27 submissions!  It always does feel like a celebration.  Look for the [...]

]]> By: Clear Skies: Visual Meditation | Abbey of the Arts http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/comment-page-1/#comment-11613 Clear Skies: Visual Meditation | Abbey of the Arts Fri, 25 Jan 2008 07:02:57 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/#comment-11613 [...] Visit this week’s Poetry Party and check back later for the winner of this week’s drawing! [...] [...] Visit this week’s Poetry Party and check back later for the winner of this week’s drawing! [...]

]]> By: Suz http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/comment-page-1/#comment-11610 Suz Fri, 25 Jan 2008 05:28:45 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/#comment-11610 No More Rowing for Me See that water...looking so sweet and gentle? Ha!..don't let it fool you. About two yards away, it turns into a hurricane. I know that for a fact, Not so long ago, I could row that boat myself Well, maybe forty years ago, as a camp girl. Even the whirlies and twirlies made me Throw my head back and roar with joy and power. Take my word... Not so very far away from that shore, things change. Your heart will beat at your bones like a gull is caught inside And your cry of "Oh God" won't just be a naughty little thing to say But a real live prayer. No More Rowing for Me

See that water…looking so sweet and gentle?
Ha!..don’t let it fool you.
About two yards away, it turns into a hurricane.
I know that for a fact,

Not so long ago, I could row that boat myself
Well, maybe forty years ago, as a camp girl.
Even the whirlies and twirlies made me
Throw my head back and roar with joy and power.

Take my word…

Not so very far away from that shore, things change.
Your heart will beat at your bones like a gull is caught inside
And your cry of “Oh God” won’t just be a naughty little thing to say
But a real live prayer.

]]> By: Micaela (age 13, whose mother really wants to win) http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/comment-page-1/#comment-11606 Micaela (age 13, whose mother really wants to win) Fri, 25 Jan 2008 03:24:52 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/#comment-11606 The waves rock gently against my boat pushing, steering me. The clear blue water laps on the sand I hear the calling of the sea. It calls for adventure, trouble or strife in life's gentle hum. The waves pull the boat farther begging me to come. I teeter on the edge unsure of what I'd find. Emotions rumble like a tidal wave, my fright at leaving things behind. I could just leave... get away and sneak into the night. The stars and waves surround me, The wind bring in a bite. I would see new places, and never wave goodbye I'd watch the sun set as it rose in the star strewn sky. I'd get to see the moon dance upon the lowly earth, I could eat fruit from far off planets, and meet people of noble birth. And all these possibilities lie beyond the shore. I could cross to another world, If I have the courage to open the door. But as I clamber into the boat, I realize what I leave behind. My mother's face, my father's laugh, reverberate in my mind. Do I dare leave it? My face becomes glazed with tears. The care and life that fills me, would it all just... disappear? I grip the boat with my still numb hands And step onto dry land. I turn and walk away, and trudge through the sand. The boat and adventure can wait, That glory could fit like a glove But that isn't what holds me back, What stops me from going... is love. The waves rock gently against my boat
pushing, steering me.
The clear blue water laps on the sand
I hear the calling of the sea.

It calls for adventure, trouble or strife
in life’s gentle hum.
The waves pull the boat farther
begging me to come.

I teeter on the edge
unsure of what I’d find.
Emotions rumble like a tidal wave,
my fright at leaving things behind.

I could just leave…
get away and sneak into the night.
The stars and waves surround me,
The wind bring in a bite.

I would see new places,
and never wave goodbye
I’d watch the sun set
as it rose in the star strewn sky.

I’d get to see the moon dance
upon the lowly earth,
I could eat fruit from far off planets,
and meet people of noble birth.

And all these possibilities
lie beyond the shore.
I could cross to another world,
If I have the courage to open the door.

But as I clamber into the boat,
I realize what I leave behind.
My mother’s face, my father’s laugh,
reverberate in my mind.

Do I dare leave it?
My face becomes glazed with tears.
The care and life that fills me,
would it all just… disappear?

I grip the boat with my still numb hands
And step onto dry land.
I turn and walk away,
and trudge through the sand.

The boat and adventure can wait,
That glory could fit like a glove
But that isn’t what holds me back,
What stops me from going… is love.

]]> By: Pam http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/comment-page-1/#comment-11596 Pam Fri, 25 Jan 2008 01:38:09 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/#comment-11596 If I submit two, do I double my chances of winning????? Temptation On water’s edge, watching for day’s end, the rhythms of the tide hypnotize me as the sun slips off the canvas. Lulled by the waters lapping at my feet, in and out, in and out, back and forth, take it slow, they say. Caught up in the current’s refrain: relax, relax, just linger a little longer. Maybe I’ll just climb in that little boat, cut the ties, and slip away into the quiet. Maybe I’ll just lay down, and search for stars, let the night envelop me, rocking and drifting… ...until tomorrow. If I submit two, do I double my chances of winning?????

Temptation

On water’s edge, watching for day’s end,
the rhythms of the tide
hypnotize me
as the sun slips off the canvas.

Lulled by the waters lapping at my feet,
in and out, in and out,
back and forth,
take it slow, they say.

Caught up in the current’s refrain:
relax,
relax,
just linger a little longer.

Maybe I’ll just climb in that little boat,
cut the ties,
and slip away
into the quiet.

Maybe I’ll just lay down, and search for stars,
let the night envelop me,
rocking and drifting…
…until tomorrow.

]]> By: Christine Eleanor Merritt http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/comment-page-1/#comment-11581 Christine Eleanor Merritt Thu, 24 Jan 2008 19:51:04 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/#comment-11581 Who Would Have Known Who would have known when we arrived, how things would have been when we left the boat, its oars waiting return touch, how life would change so much... so much? Who would have known or guessed? We thought we had hit land, real, solid, grainy, grand... grand. Gazing back at the vessel it seems we never came so far, after all the rowing exertion beyond expectation. There's not disappointment as much as resignation. At this point in the journey content with now and not striving. Yet the water lapping suggests another voyage back again... again. Christine Eleanor Merritt Who Would Have Known

Who would have known
when we arrived,
how things would have been
when we left the boat,
its oars waiting return touch,
how life would change
so much…
so much?

Who would have known
or guessed?
We thought we had
hit land,
real, solid, grainy,
grand…
grand.

Gazing back at the vessel
it seems we never came
so far,
after all the rowing
exertion beyond expectation.
There’s not disappointment
as much as resignation.
At this point in the journey
content with now
and not striving.

Yet the water
lapping
suggests another
voyage back
again…
again.

Christine Eleanor Merritt

]]> By: Leah http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/comment-page-1/#comment-11578 Leah Thu, 24 Jan 2008 19:36:45 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/#comment-11578 here's mine! http://thisfarbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/01/poetry-party-11-what-ive-found.html here’s mine!

http://thisfarbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/01/poetry-party-11-what-ive-found.html

]]> By: Pam http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/comment-page-1/#comment-11570 Pam Thu, 24 Jan 2008 17:05:16 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/01/21/invitation-to-poetry-tell-us-what-youve-found/#comment-11570 Beck, I was going to write to you about your poem this time which I copied to put in my folder of great poems.... but I am just blown away by Annie's comment “I was writing from the picture’s perspective.” This perspective is one that most of us never achieve. It is always still I, I, I. (See what my poem starts with). Let her know that she has inspired me! With amazement, Pam Beck,

I was going to write to you about your poem this time which I copied to put in my folder of great poems…. but I am just blown away by Annie’s comment “I was writing from the picture’s perspective.” This perspective is one that most of us never achieve. It is always still I, I, I. (See what my poem starts with). Let her know that she has inspired me!

With amazement,
Pam

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