To Write For The Love Of It Illustrated

To Write For The Love of It

Hurt by my invisibility.

Why is she so superior?

At times it just feels silly,

it doesn't show on my exterior.

My heart's not impenetrable.

I'm stuck in a daze.

Could my work be applaudable,

worthy of their praise?

I want to make a difference

let my work speak for it's self.

Be recognized for my difference

not thrown on a shelf.

I had a mission

but I've fallen short.

It hasn't come to fruition

my message distort-ed.

To write

for the love of it.

It would be alright

to just submit.

To relinquish

all control.

To just accomplish

passion on a whole.

An Old Poem in A New Way - Darling Love

Grey Skies - FlickrPoet

Grey Skies

Feeling restless

can't sleep.

Too may thoughts

swirling around in my head.

Chasing after something

can't stop running

in the moment

grey skies loom above.

(I'm sorta loving this FlickrPoet tool. My poems totally take on a whole new meaning when you don't personally choose the pictures that go with it. It's sorta hard as an artist to give up control of you work but it's amazing and inspiring to see what happens when you do. On that note. Read the poem from the bottom up and it takes on a whole new life too. That will be my next project!)

FlickrPoet and I didn't Know It

So, I found this really cool program on the internet called Stories In Flight/ FlickrPoet. You can find it at http://www.storiesinflight.com/flickrpoet/

All you have to do is paste a poem or story into it and it searches flicker for pictures that match the words. It's a pretty sweet way to illustrate your poems. And as you all know I love to illustrate my poems with pictures so it's the perfect tool for me!

So for October, I'm going to use this tool for my poems. Hope you enjoy it! Check it out yourself sometime.

As an example, I thought I'd use a poems I really love. My poems to follow...

Tennyson 'The Princess' (1847)

"There has fallen a splendid tear

From the passion-flower at the gate.

She is coming, my dove, my dear;

She is coming, my life, my fate;

The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near";

And the white rose weeps, "She is late";

The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear";

And the lily whispers, "I wait."

My heart is like a singing bird

Whose nest is in a watered shoot;

Notes:

Sorry if the images are small I had to screen shot them, haven't figured out if there's an easier way to get the image. If you figure it out let me know. If you click on them it should enlarge them.

Also, I got the title idea for this post from this really sweet and awesome girl who is my sister's best friend. Her blog "Poet and I didn't Know It" is fantastic. She's an amazing poet, check her out http://www.lenarigby.blogspot.com/.