Poems can’t be rushed. It’s better to take your time and cultivate the words and images drawn together to express—as succinctly as possible-- what it is you really want to say, to show. Especially instances of beauty, cosmic pearls in our everyday lives like water droplets on a naked body. Or Tiger ice cream sunsets only seen on late evening drives over the Henday bridge. What about the swirling frost crystals collecting on the chest- nut fur of a squirrel? Or the chickadees upside down on thick mugo pine branches drooping from three feet of snow. It’s easy to get lost in the bogs of opposition and hate, but from time to time it’s okay to step away. An invitation: Will you join me as I quest for those precious blue, silver, white, and pink orbs? ~ Mady
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Hey Readers & Writers! Today my favourite author Derek Landy released the cover for the final Skulduggery Pleasant Book. So, I am posting a poem I have written in honour of the cover release! Until the EndHere our journey ends, Just as we said—until the end. Through the hardships and pain, We fought. Through the bludgeonings and beatings, We fought. Through the loneliness and holiness, We fought. We’ve cried, we’ve laughed, We’ve won, we’ve lost. But through it all, there you were-- You’d save my life, I’d save yours, Partners until the end. ~ Mady P.S. Here's the cover!
I see God in the sun lit Swedish Aspens as the leaves sway in the gentle breeze ~ Mady
Finding a nice home is a lot like butterflies finding the perfect field blooming with wildflowers, popping with daisies, and springing with green grass. You have found this house, well loved by four butterflies long since moved on to explore other flowering fields. From the butterflies before: May the sun shine brightly when you are down; may the fields bloom yearly for you as they did for us; and may the squirrels prance lightly amongst this place you now call home. ~ Mady
Hello again Readers and Writers! Today's post presents a poem I wrote during my first University creative writing class, and I wanted to quickly provide some background information before you begin reading! The poetry exercise required us to find all of the words starting with 'W' and 'S' from a specific short story we were studying. I wish I could tell you the title of this story, as well as the author, but I don't remember since it's been a while. Anyways, after collecting all of the words our next step was to compile them into a paragraph. Then we needed to break the paragraph up by creating random lines. We were instructed to invert the poem (so initial beginning line is now the last line), and then we could add punctuation and necessary articles to finalize our creation! Don't worry if this poem is a little confusing: it's meant to be! So What?Should the supposed storm, whose strange way is seen standing still in life, say will it win? What sentences have slept? What wallpaper world fears a life without wanting the touch of someone dear, whose decided shiftiness will not work on something strange. Do not search here—what a strange statement said. So, will we sink with the sun? Still she sighs when the sky says self worth is more than we can ever know and we shiver with the wine in our blood. Wind would sit still if the storm slept. Skin shifts with sound, our words scared of saying shit. Well-oiled words survive our seeking tongue. What? Why study wallpaper when we’re surveying social suffering? ~ Mady
The sky is open and blue, the moon shining clear against the sun’s golden rays. This is one of those rare moments the love between moon and sun is seen by us below, together again rather than alone. ~ Mady
The nail polish on my nails feels waxy, rough to the touch, a layer of plastic. It's rose coloured and metallic—a metallic pale rose that blooms against my skin. I don't normally wear nail polish but I decided to try something different. Why not? The pale pink doesn't match the strawberry pink of my hoodie nor the fuchsia of my galaxy pants. Funny—pink is not my favourite colour. Red is. I guess my coffee mug makes up for it. ~ Mady
Who am I? I’m the girl who always has a book Nestled in her arms, Wrapped in their pages, Oblivious to the things around her. I’m the girl who sits quietly, Listening to all the chaos around her When people think she’s not paying attention. Who am I? I’m the girl who dreams of adventures In faraway lands, Yearning for something exciting. I’m the girl who sees everything – Beauty Always crystal clear. Who am I? I’m the girl who loves Rock N’ Roll Guns N’ Roses Sympathy for the Devil ACDC and Goo Goo Dolls. I’m the girl who loves to write, Who loves to read, Who loves with her whole heart. Who am I? I’m the girl infatuated With the Ocean. I’m the girl who fantasises Living on a Pirate Ship As the Captain. Who am I? I’m the girl who is a Pirates of the Caribbean Fanatic. I’m the girl who wishes, Who hopes, Who dreams, And rises from every experience. Who am I? I’m the girl Who’s not afraid To show Who I am. ~ Mady
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In the end, we'll all become stories. ~ Margaret Atwood
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