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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. 😛

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.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.

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A herd of poems!


Look at them all gallivanting about this page. It’s enough to make you want to sing! Or dance! But mostly read!

I wrote a few of these in the college library. Can you tell?

But first, Sensational Haiku Wednesday‘s prompt: love.

toothpaste for dinner

Love Haiku

love is knowing the
words to say, right or wrong, and
when to be silent.

Cinquain #1

noisy
neighbours annoy
while security guards
watch over everywhere but
basement

Cinquain #2 – RSVP

they say
salvation through
christ only, heaven is
the goal. I feel I must reply:
decline.

Piku

the loathsome
din
muffles my thoughts

is that a
good
or a bad thing?

shut up please–
it’s
a library.

Haiku #1

heavy breather next
table over distracts me
can’t write a poem.

Haiku #2

murder is never
the answer, unless you’re the
villain in movies

Haiku #3 – Intolerance

Why do you hurt me,
dairy? Have I offended
you in some way? Why!

Shadorma #1

roses are
red, yes, but can be
white, pink, black,
yellow; since
my favourites are daisies
it doesn’t matter

Shadorma #2

just because
I hear voices, you
say I’m nuts.
the joke’s on
you; if I wasn’t crazy
you’d cease to exist.

Shadorma #3

handling
raw chicken scares me.
not because
of disease,
but the inescapable:
it, too, was alive.

all of these poems are of course © Bridget Noonan, 2012.

Wanna know what I don’t own? The song She’s a Rainbow by the Rolling Stones which has been stuck in my head all week. I think it’s the piano part. And the rainbows. I did buy that technicolour backpack-purse.
But if I get famous, and there’s a movie made of my life, I want this song to be playing over the falling in love at first sight with my future lady. Definitely have to make that shit happen.

…What? Like you don’t have a playlist of songs for the soundtrack to your life story.
If you say no, make one! It’s fun. That’s your homework for this weekend, ladies and gentlemen. Post it in the comments! I’d love to see it 😀

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Words of Love


I’m on a roll! Check it.

Words of Love

Carve your words into my skin
Let your scent seep into my bones
Your voice sings in my ears
And the light of your spirit sears my eyes.

So everywhere I go, I carry you;
Every time I dream you are there;
And every time I turn around,
It’s your face I hope to see.

Unleash your endless laugh,
I feel its echoes across the miles.
Your eyes shining with happiness
Light my way back to your arms.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.

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See No Evil, Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil


Another from the few poems I wrote for a contest.

Hilariously enough, this post comes on a day of Internet activism. Apparently this SOPA/PIPA thing is a big deal. If the American government wants to be this heavy-handed in their laws, I’m not sure the Canadian government is too far behind them, considering our current P.M. seems like one of those yappy obnoxious dogs that shakes in a purse which, in the case of this figure of speech, is carried by whichever president our southern neighbours elect. I’m sure you’re as surprised as I am that the American government could ever be too harsh! Because they have a such a history of level-headed behaviour. Just check out the Wikipedia article on- oh wait

Long live a free and uncensored Internet!

See No Evil, Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil

The last time we spoke
We were outside my house
Some near-autumn weekend
You looked ten years older than I.
I refused to believe the lines
Cares had dug into your forehead.
(too young to be so old and bruised)

As the world tugged your hand
With stained yellow fingers from smoking,
You sighed like a great gust of wind
(how dare I play the coward and stay silent)

And leaves shook free from the trees
To litter the ground around us.
(how foolish I was to think you might go)

You repeated that everything was fine;
You were just tired today, things have been
(awful gut-wrenching screams broken locks)

All right lately, nothing to worry about,
(how thin your wrists, how hollow your eyes!)

Been keeping busy at school and home.
(you are careful not to mention it)

Small-talk about my latest projects,
(fury bubbling up at my inaction)

And then you were gone, your shadow by your side
(frozen in place all over again)

As I forced a smile and waved good-bye.
(my throat corked closed against the words I must say)

© Bridget Noonan, 2011, 2012.

Three Wise Monkeys (or Penguins in this case)

On the one hand, I understand the idea behind the Three Wise Monkeys (or as my picture depicts, penguins, because penguins are just cuter)- if you see hear and speak no evil, you can’t be influenced by or spread evil. On the other hand, looking the other way out of some demented sense of propriety is ridiculous; you can’t just ignore wrongdoing and hope it goes away, you have to actually do something.
I feel strongly about this topic, maybe.

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The Power of a Word


I’m a pretty firm believer in the power of language to shape life. Sometimes it gets a little crowded in my head, and things like this poem happen.

The Power of a Word

hasten onward
always
moving talking breathing
thinking always thinking
thinking think think think
Think.

the texture of words
invoking their meaning through
enunciation so crucial-

not flat as words on a page;
it’s a trap it’s a trap it’s a
trap it’s a trap it is

eyes closed breathing even
impeccable picture of repose
yet not asleep;
deep in thought perhaps
absorbing all else through
deprivation of sight
lost in a private world

hasten on, yes it is time
you’ll be late, late! for a very important
thought
thinking thinking think think
think

mentally framing and rephrasing-
deliberating.
de-liberating, un-freeing-
trapping thoughts by giving them words.

think-think doublethink
the power of the mind to delude oneself
is that what this is?

the power of a word
what is the point in
thinking always thinking
think think Think.

© Bridget Noonan, 2009, 2011.

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