I have this total love/hate relationship with my hair. I love it but I hate the maintenance of it too. My hair is now officially the thing that takes me the longest in the morning. It just gets full of so many tangles, I could honestly brush it at least 5 times a day and it would still be full of so many tangles.
Classic poems about long flowing locks and keepsakes Poets and hair: now that would make for an interesting literary study. There’s Lord Byron, of course, who, when he received requests from admiring young women for a lock of his hair, would send them some hair snipped from his dog. But many poets (Byron included) have […]
via 10 of the Best Poems about Hair — Interesting Literature
Other things that are happened this weekend:
- International Men’s Day 19th November – Yes, you gorgeous men you, it’s your day =D
- Stan Lee was in Adelaide this weekend…He was in Queensland last weekend, but I’m too sick to go to either =/ I really wanted to go to the one in Queensland…I LOVE Queensland!
- A lot of states around Australia had their states Christmas Pageants over this weekend…For me, it makes me feel like it’s the Christmas season started.
That first Winter night,
That first time you put on that familiar jumper you’ve had for years,
That first warm bubble bath, that you never want to come out of,
That first time you have to wrap the towel around to keep warm.
The first time you put on that heater
and wrap that warm blankie around you, falling asleep, warm on the couch,
The first warm cup of hot chocolate, warming all of your insides,
The first hot shower you have after running to get home in the rain, soaked through.
It’s what I’ll have to count on during these next few months…
In the great land down under we are heading into the colder weather. So to get myself started and make myself actually believe it’s here, instead of being in denial about it. I am not a fan of Winter, I really do not like it. It hurts my body, I wish I could hibernate during the next few years, I think that every year.
So to “celebrate” the upcoming weather, here’s a poem I found from the King of Sunshine himself…Robert Frost.
Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter by Robert Frost
The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.
In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.
No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.
From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn’t show.
A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.
I hope you all keep warm!
I was nominated by the lovely Passion through Poetry to participate in the “Love in Ten Sentences” http://movingtowardsthelight.com/2015/03/13/love-in-ten-sentences/ The basis concept is is to write a ten line poem each containing four words and the letter “love”. Mine doesn’t rhyme (I actually wrote this a few days ago, but I was unsure whether to to post it or not) and in case you couldn’t guess it was a bad day for me =P
Love that’s been abused,
True torment, love heals
Pain lives, Love dies,
Love those around instead
Love carries swirling emotions
Heart carries love burden,
Love damages the heart,
Love cures the heart,
I love my heart,
I love it most.
The other thing I need to do is nominate 10 people. I am not one of those people or Bloggers that will force another person to do this, so please feel free to do or not to do,lol. In no particular order I nominate:
You know it’s weird, I keep reading all these poems lately about people who have met, fallen in love and it hasn’t worked out and yet they miss them and wish that they could have worked it out. I seem to keep getting to the parts, where it says that it hadn’t worked out and they wished that it had and that’s it…I can’t keep reading passed to the whole “I wish we could have worked it out” part.
I’m not even sure that it’s because I’ve met someone that I want to be with and like being with. I think it’s because my last ex is someone that I now consider to be the only relationships that was a “mistake”. I can tell that he’ll be the only one I will never have in my life again. Yet, I still get SO angry as to what happened between us. I still feel like my whole year was wasted by him, I’m not really sure what I learnt from it either.
So it’s part of the reason why I’ve read all these posts about putting the past in the past but wishing it would have worked out and I don’t “like” any of them. I think that they are beautifully written, but I can’t get past the whole “I wish it would have worked out” part. There’s a reason these things don’t work out. Someone who loves you and cares about you will never leave your side, other than for death. Might be a little morbid, but it’s what I strongly believe.