Arts and Culture, Poetry

Wedding Reading – Love lives, John Clare

I don’t think I ever got round to sharing my final wedding reading? I had to scrap my original as they were having it as part of the readings anyway (grrr!), so I had to do another hunt and eventually found this lovely poem by John Clare.

I think it’s beautiful and really echoes the constancy of love and faithfulness beyond death and in life.

Love lives beyond
The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew.
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true

Love lives in sleep,
The happiness of healthy dreams
Eve’s dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.

‘Tis heard in spring
When light and sunbeams, warm and kind,
On angels’ wing
Bring love and music to the mind.

And where is voice,
So young, so beautiful and sweet
As nature’s choice,
Where Spring and lovers meet?

Love lives beyond
The tomb, the earth, the flowers, and dew.
I love the fond,
The faithful, young and true.

Arts and Culture, Poetry

World Poetry Day

In honour of #WorldPoetryDay I thought I’d post a poem or two.

This one is an original, and I think in my head it is more of a song as I have a little internal tune every time I read it. So I am sorry you cant hear it properly, but this may have involved a video singing post – and I am not sure we should go there…

Are you breaking my heart?

Are you breaking my heart,
Or am I breaking yours?
We’ve fallen so far I cant’t tell any more.

Remember when love cam easy,
And your touch drove me crazy?
Did we stop trying, did we become lazy?

But the spark has faded,
And instead of being lovers,
We’re just jaded.

Poking the embers.
We’re going through the motions.
Skin to skin, sadness to sadness.
Don’t you remember.

Remember when love came easy.
And we lit the fires so quickly.
Did we quit trying, did we get lazy?

But it’s too late, our sparks faded.
And instead of being lovers,
We’re just jaded.

©alittlecornerofme – 21 March 2016

Arts and Culture, Poetry

A life…

If I had wanted to feel pain,
if I had wanted to feel hurt,
if I had wanted to feel sorrow,
if I had wanted to feel loss,
I should not have been born.

If I wanted to feel love,
if I wanted to feel joy,
if I wanted to feel hope,
if I wanted to feel happiness,
I should not have been born.

I can but live a life,
a life of strife,
a life of torment,
a life of exhilaration,
a life of wonder,
I can but live.

Original Poem – 20th October 2015

Arts and Culture, Poetry

National Poetry Day – A Favoured Poem

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I love that it is National Poetry Day today. I think poetry is such an accessible form of writing and a great way to be a little bit creative and let off some steam/emotions/joy in a few lines, verses or hell even an epic!

I adore writing poetry but I have felt creatively blocked for quite some time recently, I think life, work and other personal pressures have stunted my creative side a little. I need to reconnect with myself and my inner creative again – it would probably help ease my stress levels.

The topic is a great one, there are so many ways to express light through words. No flash (yes, it was intentional) of inspiration has yet hit me but I am hoping to share something this week.

But for National Poetry Day, and in tenuous keeping with the theme, here is one of my favourite poems:

Charge of the Light Brigade (1854)
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.

II

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
   Someone had blundered.
   Theirs not to make reply,
   Theirs not to reason why,
   Theirs but to do and die.
   Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.

III

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
   Rode the six hundred.

IV

Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
   All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
   Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
   Not the six hundred.

V

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
   Left of six hundred.

VI

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
   All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
   Noble six hundred!