Friday, February 25, 2011

Poetry Friday & Poem #331 - building

Blocks & Words
Photo by Amy LV

This is poem #7 in my Friday series of poems about reading and words and books.

I am humbled daily by what writers do with the same twenty-six letters I have been given, amazed by what people do with the same twenty-four hours.  This feeling of awe urges me to learn more, to peek into the lives and secrets of mentors and to try to strengthen my writing and my spirit.

Students - allow yourself to fall in love with writers, to stand upon their shoulders and try on their techniques.  By saying, "I will try to write without rhyme today" or "Today I will write a serious poem" we stretch ourselves into new shapes and possibilities, shapes and possibilities we may not have even known were inside of us.

Will you fail?  Yup!  But listen to Irish writer Samuel Beckett's words should you begin to doubt.  "Ever tried?  Ever failed?  No matter.  Try again.  Fail again.  Fail better."

 Sara is hosting this week's Poetry Friday over at Read Write Believe.  

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Mary Lee said...

The same 26 letters, the same 24 hours. The same, and yet so different. Hmm.

Great poem, as usual! You made me think. How will I use my 26/24 today? So infinite the possibilities from such defined (I almost said "limited" but that would sound ungrateful for the wealth we are given each day) resources...

Sara said...

Yes, what Mary Lee said! Love how your poem makes me think---and I might have to borrow that 26/24 shorthand to post at my desk to remind me to build well each day. Thank you.

Tara said...

You made me think of 24 hours and twenty six letters in a whole new way...thank you!

Andromeda Jazmon said...

I especially love your line about the cold kitchen floor. Yes indeed. But still we build!

laurasalas said...

Ooh, love that building a world part. Puts me in mind of a song I love by Five for Fighting called World:

Got a package full of Wishes
A Time machine, a Magic Wand
A Globe made out of Gold

No Instructions or Commandments
Laws of Gravity or
Indecisions to uphold

Printed on the box I see
A.C.M.E.'s Build-a-World-to-be
Take a chance - Grab a piece
Help me to believe it

What kind of world do you want?
Think Anything
Let's start at the start
Build a masterpiece
Be careful what you wish for
History starts now...

Should there be people or peoples
Money, Funny pedestals for Fools who never pay
Raise your Army - Choose your Steeple
Don't be shy, the satellites can look the other way

Lose the Earthquakes - Keep the Faults
Fill the oceans without the salt
Let every Man own his own Hand

What kind of world do you want
Think Anything
Let's start at the start
Build a masterpiece
Be careful what you wish for
History starts now...

Sunlight's on the Bridge
Sunlight's on the Way
Tomorrow's Calling

There's more to this than Love

What Kind of world do you want
What Kind of world do you want

What Kind of world do you want
Think Anything
Let's start at the start
Build a masterpiece

History Starts Now

Be careful what you wish for
Start Now

Tabatha said...

Very nice, Amy. Good rhythm and visuals, as well as being true!

Have a great weekend!

Amy LV said...

Mary Lee, Sara, and Tara, I once read a quote that said that Mother Teresa and Gandhi and so many others have the same 24 hours as the rest of us. That really rattled me! A.
Andromeda, Yes, it is cold sometimes. It's so good to have company, isn't it?? A.
Laura, Hey - I love this and am going to listen to it online. Thank you so much for taking the time to connect and share here. A.
Tabatha, Thank you! You too. (It was fun to set up that little block tower in my kitchen...) A.

Heidi Mordhorst said...

Late to the party as usual, but always worth the visit! Enjoying the connection between your cold kitchen floor/blank slate and the kitchens of Sara's daughter Rebecca.

The 26/24 will work for some, but for me, I need to remember to go ahead and fail...better.

Thanks, Amy.

Doraine Bennett said...

Isn't our uniqueness wonderful. Sometimes I think about my four children and marvel at their amazing differences, even though they come from the same parents. We all approach those letters differently in the space of those hours. And the differences are sometimes astounding. THanks for sharing your lovely poem.