poem - grace grits and gardening

Brand New Year…

January 3, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner 20 Comments

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Roll away the dark clouds and
Enjoy the
Sunlight, the feel
Of a brand new year.
Listen. Really listen and hear.
Understand we are all different. Make
Time for special. Create. Push
Into the unknown, past
Obstacles that constrict and confine. Say
No.
Say yes. Whichever is more
Freeing. Focus
On the road ahead while
Remembering where the path began.
Reach deep, write fervently,
Expose life’s layers.
Always be considerate.
Love the unloveable. Release the negative.
Laugh. Read something different. Re-read an old favorite.
Indulge. Cook with passion. Have
Faith. Smile. Walk in the rain.
Exist in the now.

What will you do with this brand new year?

talya

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

Musical Pairing:

Van Morrison, Brand New Day

Ladybug

January 1, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner 10 Comments

for Andie…

Maybe she was simply needed
In another place, too perfect for this one. The
Raw reality of her
Absence still fresh years later. Taken just after
Christmas—the sheer timing cruel. A
Loss so incomprehensible
Especially in
One so young. Life unrolls in delicate,
Fragile waves, ridden but not understood. We
Trust
He has a plan
Even while we
Languish, gasping for air. And then
A reminder. Hope, love, beauty touches the
Depths of a mother’s heart.
Yellow, raw pain soothed as hundreds of ladybugs—
Brilliant red dots of joy—
Uproot
Grief. If only for a moment.

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talya

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

Do you feel what I feel?

December 24, 2013 By Talya Tate Boerner 4 Comments

★
On
a
cold
winter’s
night,I feel
the weary world
rejoicing.❅ O
night divine!
Christmas is here
bringing good cheer.
❅Sweet silver bells
ring high above
glistening treetops
and city sidewalks.
❅ The thrill of hope wrapped
in silver and gold. ❅ Born
on that silent night so
no more may die.✞ Merry
merry, merry, merry
Christmas. ❅ Do you hear what
I hear? Do you see what I see?
Joy.

Merry Christmas!

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

This poem is in the style of cento—work composed from lines or passages from other sources arranged in a new form or order, in this case Christmas carols. This is also an example of a concrete poem – the visual appearance matches the topic, in this case a Christmas tree…

To read another cento I wrote using lyrics from Pink Floyd, Elvis, Sinatra, Creedence Clearwater and others, click HERE.

And HERE’s a concrete poem I wrote about Lake Norfork in the shape of a bikini:)