My Sister

Recently (okay, a few hours ago), while I was surfing the web instead of studying, like the responsible student that I sometimes pretend to be, or sleeping, like normal people do, I stumbled across an interesting site called The Frisky, where I read an article entitled What My Sister Taught Me. It touched my heart, and it made me feel terribly homesick, yet simultaneously content. It reminded me how deeply I love my sisters, and how much they love me in return. And when that kind of thing happens, well, a poem isn't usually far off. So this one's for my sisters, Antonia, Maria, Elena and Rosa (plus the "adopted" ones), and for everybody else's sisters too. You gals are incredible, and I thank God for you.

A sister’s a friend and an ally,

And someone who stomps on your foot.

She’ll laugh at you, poke at you,

Smile her sweet smile                          

And you’ll love her with all of your heart.

No matter if older or younger, bigger or smaller;

You look out for her,

See things she doesn’t,

And land a hard punch on the guy

Who bad-mouths or creeps

On your sis.

Because easy or hard times

Your blood is the same,

And through all the pain and the boring and difference,

A sister’s a sister,

A treasure’s a treasure,

And who would I be to distinguish the two?

Identity

The question of identity came up in a class that I'm taking, and it got me thinking. And when I think about something, it helps me to write about it. Hence, a poem.


Product of chance,
Creation of God,
Fashioned by place,
Defined from within?
Who can give you what's yours?
Who can say who you are?
Are you artist or clay?
Definer?
Defined?
Where does their influence stop
And your choices begin?

Where Does Youth Go?

I rediscovered this poem today. I don't remember quite when I wrote it, or why I haven't already posted it on here, because when I found it again I realized that I really like it. Hopefully you will too.

Where does youth go when it leaves?

Age is a creeping and steady corruption,

Escaped by none

Despite all our grasping

At all that we are,

That we were,

That we see slip away.

Or one day awake

And truly, then, see

And regret.

For what’s to be done

When it’s gone?

And where does youth go when it leaves?

A Lover's Gaze

Lame as it sounds, I seem to have inspired myself with that last post. Nonetheless, I really like this poem. Hopefully you will as well.

He looked at her,
He looked at her,
And saw in her
The world.
Her skin was smooth as sea-swept stones,
Her teeth as white as fallen snow,
Her eyes, her eyes,
As bright as the sun,
As piercing as its light,
And warm.
Her hands as gentle as May's soft winds,
Her hair as sparkling as the sea.
And though her beauty put her far
From his unworthy clay
As stars from earth,
He loved her.

She looked at him,
She looked at him,
And saw in him
The world.
His frame was strong as summer's storm,
His skin all browned by sunlight,
Brown as earth,
His eyes like fire and water at once:
Bright and burning,
Calm and deep.
His hands as rough as sand,
As tender as spring's first stems.
And though his power put him far
From her unworthy bones
As night from day,
She loved him.

Love's Occupation

Love should have no cares but gazing,
Gazing, gazing deep
Into the eyes and, therefore, soul
Of the Beloved,
And have no satisfaction
But to see therein
Its own reflection.

How Would I Love You?

I realize that my absence has been long, and I will no more attempt to excuse myself than I will attempt to fly. I will merely pick up more or less where I left off, and try to continue posting with the frequency I desire.


My Darling, Dear,
I won't try lines to win you over,
Unbegotten words from wits as dull and slow
As tar.
Instead, I'll tell you what I'd do
If you were mine
And let you figure out,
Think for yourself,
Whether the chance would be
Worthwhile,
To put yourself inside these arms.
Now what would I do, if you were mine?
I'd wrap you up in love so deep
The sea would look and keep on looking down.
I'd dance with you a dance so sweet
The room would stop and watch and weep.
I'd kiss you strong and clear and tender
As the morning light,
And the sun himself would blush and hide
Behind a cloud.

Sit and Watch and Know

Well, since my absence has been so long, I might as well share this one too. I'm not 100% certain that it's done, but here you go anyway, you swirling vortex of cyberspace.


Sit and watch the cornfields grow.
See their hands reach out for life,
Watch the earth give birth to green.

Lie and watch the clouds above,
Feel the sunshine warm your face.
Fill your lungs with breezes cool,
That skip through fields
And swing through trees.

Feel the earth spin tip-toe
'Round the sun.
Watch as morning blue gives way to n ight.
Catch the first star's flick'ring light,
Free to shine now
Sun's bright beams are tucked away
Beneath horizon's ever changing line.

Watch the changeless constellations form,
their glittering glow from ages past
Still calls to  mind eternity.

Sit and watch the world around you breathe.
Feel the heartbeat of the seasons,
The rhythm of the day-to-day.

Stand, and feel your heart beat strong.
Stand, and know how good it is
To be alive.