Dear Class of 2021, Here is a little poem for you. I hope you are well, and I hope you take what you have learned and treat your days with love, wisdom, and enchantment. Gossamer Gowns Today I heard the leavesthat seemed to grieve with me. The past is gone--it is no more.And yet, this Moment is the Evermore.Like a child I have prophesied New life on the Horizon. May I
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Poem | Unwind My Memories
March 27, 2021
Poem | Unwind My Memories
Take the time to unwind my memories. Listen to me deeply, to the stories within. Like a child, lost in the world I have lost myself. Question me back into existence. Remind me who I once was. Photo by A.A. Fouch
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Poem | Too-Small Wings
March 04, 2021
Poem | Too-Small Wings
“Do not desire," he said to me With wearied eyes and worn beliefs,"Desire only comes to grief;From seeking, there is no relief." I asked him all that he desired--He showed me what he had acquired:All the time that he had spentOn clothes and foodand friends and rent; On chasing after selfish dreams,Desires born of ingrown schemes. I said, "You simply live too
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Poem | A Thought is Like a Bird
February 28, 2021
Poem | A Thought is Like a Bird
Fragile thought is like a bird--Evading eyes but always heard. Wonderous elusive creature!With intricate and el'gant feature!Away he jumps straight into flight, If ever he’s caught in my sight. Perched upon the window sill Attending to his wondrous trill, Too late I tune to hear his songHeard so quick, then quickly gone. Seen from the corners of my eyesHis home the whole of
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Quiet Reflections on a Saturday Morning
February 16, 2021
Quiet Reflections on a Saturday Morning
My eyes flicker openSleepily. Warm, golden lightCasts a magical hazeOver my room. In this moment, There is no time. I can picture myself Many years in the future, In the place where everyone knows my name, and I am loved as dearly as the moon, For there, In the future, We all reflect the Son. I breathe slowly and peacefully. There is no rush to be anywhere,or to do anything in particular. If
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Poem | Time Does Not Go On For Me
January 21, 2021
Poem | Time Does Not Go On For Me
I am currently enjoying my last semester of college, and loving every helter-skelter minute of it. While listening to some poetry by Emily Dickinson in one of my morning classes, I was struck by the idea for this poem about memory. Writers are, I think, in many ways slaves to their memories. I have had a "memory hoarding" issue
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All the answers you’ll ever need
— A.A. Fouch (@aafouch) June 18, 2021
Are in all the books you’ll never read.
All the pain that needs release
Is found in tears not on your cheeks.
All the things you hold so tight
Are the things that wound your mind.
All the truth you won’t embrace
Would be the key to your escape. pic.twitter.com/HfSwTVFV2T