Theme of the Week: Poetry

Poetry week

This week let’s look at poetry a little closer.  What moves you when you read a poem? I’d love to hear from some of my poets out there, I have some questions!  Don’t forget to check out our Blogger of the Week – Kushtrim Thaqi and look for his incredible poetry this week.

Here is one of my favorite poems to get this week started. I hope you will share your favorites as well!

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men,

the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   –

Dylan Thomas

5 comments

  1. I love that poem, the last line always gives me chills. I would love to participate in this week, because I found a poem that resonates on a deep level. We are about to start the process of adopting, and I just made a new blog inspired by the last phrase, but it isn’t live yet. So, I’ll just share it here, instead.

    Once there were two women who never knew each other
    One you do not remember, the other you call Mother
    Two different lives shaped to make you one
    One became your guiding star, the other became your sun
    The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it
    The first gave you a need for love, the second was there to give it
    One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name
    One gave you a talent, the other gave you aim
    One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears
    One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried you tears
    One made an adoption plan, that was all that she could do
    The other prayed for a child, and God led her straight to you.
    Now, which of these two women, Are you the product of?
    Both, my darling, Both, Just two different types of love.
    Julie Anderson

    My new site will be Two Kinds of Love. But until we are ready to let the world know we are adopting, it’s on the dl. I will link my regular blog to this comment, though.

    • That is a beautiful poem and I agree, it is a moving story of becoming a mother. I really want to know more about your adoption story! I am so excited for you. I hope that when you are ready, you might consider doing a guest blogging post for us on what this experience has been like for you. I am so glad you came and shared this!

    • Isn’t it amazing how powerful words can be? They are easy for some and yet others are often barricaded by their inabilities to release their own thoughts. Thanks for reading and again.. I love your blog and would very thrilled to have you as a Guest Blogger soon.

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