#poemsofpassion

[estrellacristinablog]

There is nothing, I hold, in the way of work That a human being may not achieve If he does not falter, or shrink, or shirk, And more than all, if he will believe. Believe in himself and the power behind That stands like an aid on a dual ground, With hope for the spirit and oil for the wound, Ready to strengthen the arm or mind.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox- Excerpt from poem titled “Limitless”

[estrellacristinablog]

You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea: The tide of hope swells high within my breast, And hides the rough dark rocks of life’s unrest When your fond eyes smile near in perigee. But when that loving face is turned from me, Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear, And earth’s dim coast-line seems a thing to fear. You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

[estrellacristinablog]

How can I wait until you come to me? The once fleet mornings linger by the way; Their sunny smiles touched with malicious glee At my unrest, they seem to pause, and play Like truant children, while I sigh and say, How can I wait?

Ella Wheeler Wilcox- Excerpt from poem titled "Impatience"

[estrellacristinablog]

How can I wait? Oh, Love, how can I wait Until the sunlight of your eyes shall shine Upon my world that seems so desolate? Until your hand-clasp warms my blood like wine; Until you come again, oh, Love of mine, How can I wait?

Ella Wheeler Wilcox- Excerpt from poem titled "Impatience"

[penstruq]

Author's note #1

I suppose a little introduction is needed while I am just starting to get addicted to tumblr. I am a highschool graduate working my way to university and I write a lot about music, love, religion, and life in general. My goals include going to University for Physiotherapy and joining the Canadian Military as a Physiotherapist in order to pay for Uni. Sounds hard, right? This summer has been very hectic so far, since I've just started a workout schedule with my best friend and we both plan to look great by Freshman year at Uni. This summer, to me, has really been a transitional period. Though I plan to go back a year in highschool before going into Uni, I feel that I've grown up and that I can be really self-reliant. I'm improving everything about me, from how I look, how I perceive life, and how I achieve general happiness. Currently, I am not the man I want to be as of yet. I want to be stronger, inside and out, I want to be successful and happy - I want everything. And the only way to express my desires, the only way I can express my feelings when achieving those goals is to write. I suppose that's a win-win situation for all of us. On top of Physiotherapy, I plan to also write books, whether it comes in the form of novels or poetry. I just hope I can do both with such a busy job.

As you've probably noticed, I tend to write minimalism and imagism poetry, two fairly new types of poetry compared to the age-old haiku and epic poetry. But the topics have centered around various experiences that I wanted to capture with words alone, such as my "How to pour wine", my "Dress" Series and my "White Sheets" Series. I like poetry that is sleek to the eye and ears, never wasting a single beat and note. I suppose my favourite writers are: Margaret Atwood, ee cummings, Joy Kogawa, Amy Lowell, and Gwendolyn Brooks.

My goals in the future is to fuse minimalism and imagism poetry with the rhymes of lyrical poetry. Also, I want to "graduate" from the amateur type of poetry that seems as if it were straight out of highschool english 101. My other writing goals include writing about politics, world issues, and other controversial topics - like Margaret Atwood. But I imagine that doing so in itself is a career in and of itself. I just hope that I find a time for all that passion I have.

[penstruq]

When you dare me to undress you

the zipper:

a dagger that cleaves

the dress in two

as it exposes marshmallow flesh

[penstruq]

When you ask me to help zip up your dress

the zipper hums

a honey bee tune

as it glides up your sunkiss'd back