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The Sun and Moon

Missy is a unique writer who enjoys inviting her readers into her thoughts through her poetry and other topics of discussion.  

It's Really Quite Simple

Does everything have to be so complicated to matter these days? I asked myself this question after writing this poem and letting my daughter read it for conformation. My daughter being a very talented writer herself, told me this poem had no substance, no really unique quality to the words, or the story. So, I thought about this for a while, because though she is young, fifteen to be exact, she is the smartest person I know, and that is no joke. My daughter will be an extremely successful person one day no doubt.

After much deliberation and reading my poem over and over, I decided to keep it the way it was;no disrespect for my daughter's opinion. I do believe she made a valid observation. However, I realized I liked it for just what she thought it lacked. I liked its simplicity.

When I came up with the words in this poem, it was after a morning of awakening and looking up out of the window. The sun was shining in on my face, and the wind was blowing ever so calm outside. I love to lay in that position and wander off to happy thoughts. And it came to me that I also do this at night when the moon is shining above while bringing those beautiful hues through my window. It does actually relax me enough to sleep. After my morning of delight, I got up and started typing. It was easy. It was simple. The words did come right out of me, and I finished this within thirty minutes of starting. I think I knew it was rather simple before I even asked for the opinion, but I still felt close to what I had put down. It was, after all, how I felt looking out my window.

I don't know about any of you reading this, but I like everything in its simple beauty. I like, sometimes, having a simple thought and writing it down. I think life has lost a lot of its simple value. It's too fast now, too materialistic, and too competitive. We have lost being happy with simple conversation. We don't take the time to marvel at the beauty of nature or the beauty of a thoughtful moment. Oh yes, I do know we have to roll with the changes. We have to keep up in a world that is forever changing in the way we go about everyday life. There is, indeed, many distractions to keep our eyes off the simple things that in the past would relax us and help us through our day.

As it is, I will be leaving this poem just like I wrote it, with that feeling of simple attached to the words and the vision. I have attached other things along with this poem that are beautiful but simple like; the songs, and the poems by Robert Frost. Mr. Frost had a very simple but inspiring vision, in my opinion. The two poems I placed here are short and sweet, but leaves a reader with a great feeling. He is one of my favorite poets, and I wanted to share his simple beauty from his point of view to go along with mine. I hope you enjoy the poems and music. I hope you have a great distraction from this busy world. :)



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Morning's Birth

Purposely positioned above

my head, the window outside

to this world we live.


Thus I notice the big tall tree; it

seems to look down in on

me.


The rustling of its leaves sways

and swings, as the branches

open up to bring sunshine in.


Upon my face that golden glow,

it breathes life into me from

morning’s birth.


A sigh then tickles my nose a

twitch, as I now remember realities

witch.


The day of routine begins to

scurry by, and I glance around

wanting to find, that little piece

of beauty divine.

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Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day,

Nothing gold can stay.

~Robert Frost

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Moonlight's Magic

At dusk, I start to anticipate

my position, of lying in bed

looking up out my window.


The starry night that

twinkles magic in, I

close my eyes to my own

fantasy Zen.


The moonlight which will

beam through my old

friend tree, will burst the

night’s magic within me.


It shoots moon dust into

my soul, so I can nestle

down deep in my bed

and drift off.

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The Freedom Of The Moon

I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first-water start almost shining.

I put it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on some evening later,
I've pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,
And brought it over glossy water, greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.

~Robert Frost

A Simple Question...

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