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Motivational Monday: Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

By Mary Elizabeth Frye 

Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I am not there. I do not sleep. 
I am a thousand winds that blow. 
I am the diamond glints on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you awaken in the morning’s hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
I am not there. I did not die. 

Motivation Monday: The Charge of the Light Brigade

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

II
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.

IV
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred!

In which mind is master

In the midst of a most-hindered sleep,

I lay unaided by my sheep.

Eyelids left to sentry eyes

Clamped shut, restless ‘neath dark’ning skies.

 

But lo, rare seconds beg the mind

To a wondrous place– and dream did I!

Down a rabbit’s hole, one could say

Where day was night and night was day.

 

Strange murmurings of tasks at hand,

In a queer and deconstructed land.

Militant were expectations,

Scorned and scathed were jubilations.

 

Into a second sleep fell I,

A dreamer’s dream in Mind’s third eye.

No guide except my instincts there,

As Alice with the Hatter’s hare.

 

Three consciousness danced ‘neath these tresses,

Confused and gambling in my wake,

Lessons learned, a sister spurned,

A dreamer fearful of mistake.

 

Hark! Too soon the bells did ring,

And unforgiving dawn did bring

The bitter scent of coffee ground,

As dreams they fled,

mind left unsound.

“The nights she locks the door– you better get it open.”

The tempest rages, battering the battlements of good judgment, bombarding built-up balustrades of consciousness.

It smacks stones of sense, degrading details and destroying any moniker of self-mothering.

Naked to it’s lustful and dominating advance, it blazes, emulsifying any educated reciprocity between mind and body.

Keep still until it passes.

Don’t split the skin. Don’t drain the wound.

You should know by now, that monster is a part of you.

“Fall down, never get back up again”

There was a night,
The night of a storm,
When weary road-trip eyes met in a library parking lot,
Leaving lips and arms and legs to follow,
Leaving hands and hearts to follow, unwittingly,
In the dark embrace of night.

You led me to the water,
Flattening blades of grass behind us
As we pursued the otherness,
The separation of unity that was our bodies,
Solitary,
In the whirling eye of a storm.

You whispered in my ear,
The only audible secretion amidst
the deafening pound of waves on the shore
And howling turmoil of the whipping winds,

Saying,
“I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Karly Marie.”

Soft lips embraced neck’s nape,
Meandered to mandible
And met their match slightly parted,
Tongues tangling briefly in a too-quick tango,
Precluding the fire-bellied lust burning between us.

The wind whipped on,
And we stood solitary,
Defiant,
Teetering on our own outbreak of tempestuous howls.

Yet, we pressed together, flush,
Melded.
My hair encased us,
Tendrils whipping ‘round our clutching figures
in a cacophonous cocoon.

Silence echoed.

The waves crashed on.

I don’t know how long we stood there,
But, mark it, we still stand today.

5 Pieces of Inspiring Writing to Start 2014 off Right!

We all know New Years resolutions are easier said than done, but here are some short, quick reads to keep your chin up and motivate you toward all your personal goals!

1. Still I Rise

By Maya Angelou

This great, inspiring poem tells readers to embrace themselves just as they are– no exceptions. Angelou challenges the audience asking if “this” and “that” offends them, repeating “still I’ll rise.”

Listen to the author, or read it here! 

2. Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

by Emily Dickinson

This short, vivid poem depicts hope as a bird that nestles in the readers soul and feeds the flames of inspiration and motivation. A worthy read for anyone.

Listen to it or read it here!

3. The Charge of the Light Brigade

by Lord Alfred Tennyson

A personal favorite of mine, this adventure story/ quasi-elegy remembers the heroic charge of 600 riders into the Valley of Death. It’s exciting language and fast pace draws the reader in,  motivating and encouraging them with each passing line.

Listen to this really epic recitation or read it here!

4. If

By Rudyard Kipling

This list of hypothetical questions invited the reader to a series of scenarios where they’ll be forced to make difficult and challenging decisions. But, if the reader can handle this, Kipling ends with the promise that “if” the reader can face these moments, then they will have reached manhood.

Listen to it read by Sir Michael Caine  or read it here!

5. Invictus

By William Ernest Henley

This classic, inspiring poem proves to the reader that even in the darkest of times,  they are still the owners of their souls.

Listen to it read by Morgan Freeman in a scene from the movie Invictus, or read it here.

Remember, your New Years resolutions may be challenging, but keep your head up and your heart strong! Keep pushing for a better year and a better you.

Write on!

Morning musings

I love to wear your clothes
and let us blend between the folds.

Sweat sweet on sleeves,
Sun seeps,
twisted threads weep.
A lazy haze abounds, freed.

Your skin flush with mine.
Cheeks pinked like wine
Left blushing, hot,
Soft hands on thighs.

Yours/mine/ours;
Borders swaddled in time.

I love to wear your clothes.

Where fabric ends,
Minds intertwine.