Original, poetry

If only for a moment

If only for a moment, the world could stand still

A song, a dance, a chance for little thrills

We dance to a rhythm, poetic and dry

Then comes a moment, where we wonder why we tried.

 

If only for a moment, we could sing a happy tune

Before we realize, it ends too soon

Our heart grows bitter with every dance

Then comes a moment, a second chance.

 

If only for a moment, we could make a moment last

Before it turns sour, before its harassed

Alas, night turns to dawn

Then comes a moment, and the moment is gone.


My first attempt at poetry, so sorry if it’s not great! I’m hoping to write more poems in the future, so let me know what you think. Comment below if you want me to write about any specific subject material. Feel free to share this post and as always, thanks for reading!

poetry, William Wordsworth

Fruitful Friday

Another Year! Another Deadly Blow – William Wordsworth

Another year! Another deadly blow!
Another mighty Empire overthrown!
And We are left, or shall be left, alone;
The last that dare to struggle with the Foe.
‘Tis well! From this day forward we shall know
That in ourselves our safety must be sought;
That by our own right hands it must be wrought;
That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
O dastard whom such foretaste doth not cheer!
We shall exult, if they who rule the land
Be men who hold its many blessings dear,
Wise, upright, valiant; not a servile band,
Who are to judge of danger which they fear,
And honour which they do not understand.

This is such a great poem. The reason I chose it is because this has been a tough year for me. I’ve done a lot of growing up as an individual and I had a huge set-back that I still quite haven’t bounced back from. As the story goes, the perfect internship was a handshake away but due to a little hesitation I lost a great opportunity for the summer. Alas, this is a story for another day.But the point I wanted to make is that by learning to accept responsibility and keep going after failure is a beautiful thing. If I had to chose my favorite aspect of people, it would be their ability to keep going no matter what happens to them. Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!

poetry, Weekly

Fruitful Friday

There is another Sky – Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

A fairly optimistic poem. What the other sky is referring to, that’s up to the reader. In General however, I believe the poem is saying that no matter how hard life gets, there’s always a bright side, something better on the horizon; you might have to trudge through darkness to get there, but it’s worth the trouble. Have a great weekend and thanks for reading!