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Grace


I like dictionaries. Confession time: I used to read our home dictionary for fun as a kid. Just picked a random spot and pored over it for hours at a time. I’m sure you’re surprised by my love of words. ­čśŤ

I have been thinking a lot about a particular word this week, thanks to Mumford and Sons’ song Roll Away Your Stone. So many meanings attached to it. Many emotions as well. I chose a couple to put here; the complete definition I found is quite long, and can be found here. Words are fascinating!

grace –n.

1. elegance or beauty of form, manner, motion or action;
3. favour or goodwill;
5. mercy; clemency; pardon;
9. moral strength;
12. The Graces, from Classical Mythology: known as the Charites to the Greeks, and as the Gratiae to the Romans.

Now, a poem for my lovely readers.

Grace

Floating elegance on tender wings
Takes my breath away, and yet
Bestows upon my sails a mighty wind,
Sends me reeling into open water.

I beg forgiveness for my scrutiny-
My eyes are unwilling to depart
From you: your easy manner, your
Favourable countenance, and long-limbed

Grace. You are Terpsichore,
Euterpe, and Erato
 combined;
What a muse I find in you!
Such delight in all I see.

You inspire the best in me, help me
To melt my thoughts and pour them
Into molds of honour, loyalty, truth:
With you, I am more than I thought I could be.

┬ę Bridget Noonan, 2012.

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I want to see how it ends


??? (title? what title?)

do you ever
wonder if there
is anyone
just like us, in
an alternate
universe, where
we made diff’rent
choices? he asked.
yes, she replied,
but I want to
see how this one
ends.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

Holy productive Sunday, Batman!
Or, if you prefer Sesame Street, one, two, three┬áposts, ha-ha-hah! That’s one from the vault, the Count. I don’t think kids today know who he is, which is a shame.

I probably could have mashed all three into one post. But that would have made sense, and I’m dead set against that.

This poem was just me thinking about Doctor Who and how awesome time travel is, and by extension how awesome time in general is. Awesome in the classical sense, not in the modern sense: perhaps awe-inspiring would be better? Whatever, not the point.┬áBoom-de-yada, boom-de-yada, the world is just awesome. If you learn nothing else from my blog, do remember that- this world we live in is an amazing place, and you just gotta get out there and explore it. (She says, from her computer inside her house…) ­čśŤ

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