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. :)
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
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
A sigh then tickles my nose a
twitch, as I now remember realities
The day of routine begins to
scurry by, and I glance around
wanting to find, that little piece
of beauty divine.
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.
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
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.
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.
A Simple Question...
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