I Don’t Miss It- Tracy K. Smith

This week’s piece is by the new U.S Poet Laureate Tracy K. Smith. It’s from her 2007 collection Duende, and it happens to be one of my favorites. I wanted to share something to celebrate her appointment as Poet Laureate and this seemed to be the perfect time and poem to do it. I’m sure that we all have those moments when we remember something from the past and just for a millisecond, recall the good times. This poem epitomizes that feeling so well.

Enjoy!

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But sometimes I forget where I am,
Imagine myself inside that life again.
Recalcitrant mornings. Sun perhaps,
Or more likely colorless light
Filtering its way through shapeless cloud.
And when I begin to believe I haven’t left,
The rest comes back. Our couch. My smoke
Climbing the walls while the hours fall.
Straining against the noise of traffic, music,
Anything alive, to catch your key in the door.
And that scamper of feeling in my chest,
As if the day, the night, wherever it is
I am by then, has been only a whir
Of something other than waiting.
We hear so much about what love feels like.
Right now, today, with the rain outside,
And leaves that want as much as I do to believe
In May, in seasons that come when called,
It’s impossible not to want
To walk into the next room and let you
Run your hands down the sides of my legs,
Knowing perfectly well what they know.

A Lesson for This Sunday- Derek Walcott

For some strange reason, my latest posts have not been showing up. I’m not sure if it’s a problem with the app or just some sheer craziness but I have had to start composing on my laptop again which is a bit frustrating. Today’s post is another piece by Derek Walcott that I simply fell in love with this past weekend. In light of how hot it’s been in North Carolina recently, I felt that this was the perfect time to share this piece. The image seemed perfect to accompany the poem too. Even though it’s not quite summer yet. As always, I hope you enjoy.

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The growing idleness of summer grass

With its frail kites of furious butterflies

Requests the lemonade of simple praise

In scansion gentler than my hammock swings

And rituals no more upsetting than a

Black maid shaking linen as she sings

The plain notes of some Protestant hosanna—

Since I lie idling from the thought in things—

 

Or so they should, until I hear the cries

Of two small children hunting yellow wings,

Who break my Sabbath with the thought of sin.

Brother and sister, with a common pin,

Frowning like serious lepidopterists.

The little surgeon pierces the thin eyes.

Crouched on plump haunches, as a mantis prays

She shrieks to eviscerate its abdomen.

The lesson is the same. The maid removes

Both prodigies from their interest in science.

The girl, in lemon frock, begins to scream

As the maimed, teetering thing attempts its flight.

She is herself a thing of summery light,

Frail as a flower in this blue August air,

Not marked for some late grief that cannot speak.

 

The mind swings inward on itself in fear

Swayed towards nausea from each normal sign.

Heredity of cruelty everywhere,

And everywhere the frocks of summer torn,

The long look back to see where choice is born,

As summer grass sways to the scythe’s design.

Wordsmith


Some people say they’re just words

Like words aren’t perfectly formed arrows

Shot from lips, pens and fingertips 

As if only sticks, stones and bullets are capable of inflicting pain. 

They think words don’t bruise souls or tear down self-esteem. 

They probably don’t even read since they can only see “just words.”

Words form sentences, breathe life into characters, and create worlds

Words lay the cornerstone of communication 

Tell your story, pour out your feelings all over this world cause

The world needs more storytellers. More imagination. More words. 

Some people don’t respect the power of words until they are directed towards them.

Blog Planning

I have so many ideas for the blog and for posts. Generally, I write them down on paper(see below) or make notes/write in Evernote. But that wasn’t really practical. 

I also have the blog planning sheets (see above) that I’ve shared before but I wanted something more complete so that I wasn’t always taking up space in my regular planner. So I took some tools from the lovely, amazing Leslie over at Lamberts Lately. I wanted to include the link but it wasn’t up at the time. Anyway, I combined some of her blog planning printable, the planner sheets that I already had and some cute calendars and blank note sheets to make an amazing blog planner of my own. 

I took it to a local shop and had it bound and I love the results. This thing has editorial calendars, two sections to plan out posts, sheets to take notes, to do pages, social media schedules, and pages for series ideas. It’s awesome.

I’ve still been staying pretty much on task in creating posts and planning them. Hopefully, this is going to go a long way to helping me stay on course as I continue to build the blog and my audience. 

Do any of you use blog planners? Have you been successful using them?