Poetry

Walked into my office this morning, caught a glimpse of the family bible [ie Matt's bible, given to him by his parents in 1994] and thought, maybe i'll open it real quick. It's true, I pray. Probably not enough. For sure, I'm not Mother Theresa of Calcutta. I'm not even like the repentant man on death row. You know the saying about living like we're dying. Maybe it should be, Live like you're about to die on death row. haha.

Therefore I prayed, and prudence was given me;

I pleaded, and the spirit of Wisdom came to me. Wisdom 7:7-8

The following lines in the chapter are beautifully written poetry about Wisdom. It's very romantic, showing Solomon's Love for Wisdom and all the good things he has because of her. So there. A little off the beaten path, Poetry...

Because all gold, in view of her, is a little sand, 

and before her, silver is to be accounted mire.

Beyond health and comeliness I loved her,

And I chose to have her rather than the light, 

because the splendor of her never yields to sleep. Wisdom 7:9-10

*sigh* Poetry. I've never been a poet, never liked the poetry sessions in school. I don't often get it. I've got to be honest with you... Poetry usually goes way over my head. And that includes the deluded poetical lyrics of the 60s and 70s and 80s. But this is easy to understand. This, I can get. Maybe it's love in its simplicity. As a romance author, I get that. At the end of the story, love is the key. 

Love defines us, molds us...

and makes us absolutely crazy. And that good friends is where all the stories reside!! :D have a great weekend.

With Love,

Bethanne Strasser

Fiction Friday -- Poetry

Roses are Red.

Violets are Blue.

.....Just kidding. I really stink at poetry, unless it's in narrative form and reads more like a novel.

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Louisianne

Poem of the Day from Poetry.com

I've seen the rain, more leak than I got pot

When the sugar cane can't drink another drop

When the bayou barge don't need to use the lock

I've seen the rain in Louisianne, I've seen the rain

I've seen the sun make gumbo in the bay

Too hot to fly, so the ducks decide to stay

Make my Yvonne say, no bon temp roule

I've seen the sun in Louisianne, I've seen the sun

I've seen the cold, won't let my big pot boil

But that's OK, my hanging meat won't spoil

The old crawfish, he's way down in the soil

I've seen the cold in Louisianne, I've seen the cold

I've seen the wind bring cypress to their knees

Make my perouge land way up in the tree

It's blowing hard in Camp Chu-du-chawee

I've seen the wind in Louisianne, I've seen the wind

Edward Theriot

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This is a random pick, but I have to say, I like it. I'm not big into poetry, but this one has great imagery. I can see what Edward is talking about...and that makes me happy. :) Great weekend ALL!