A Bringer of New Things

Musings on personal growth, books, motherhood, writing, and more. "Every hour is saved from that eternal silence, something more, a bringer of new things." – Tennyson

Two Light Quatrains

These quatrains (four-line poems) reflect recent moments in my life.

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I stare through horizontal prison bars.
Outside are breezes, sun rays, freedom, verve,
But I am trapped inside my office cell—
It is the age-old sentence that I serve.

* * *

The stream plunks a melody over the rocks.
Above us, sparrows sing along.
Our campfire cracks a snare drum’s line—
This is by far my favorite song.

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(Added 5/26/2014)

Discovered this passage in Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson that fits perfectly with these quatrains I wrote:

“To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone.”

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This entry was posted on August 16, 2013 by in Creative Writings and tagged , , , .
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