Moonlit-reveries

For years I have been a shy child and a closet poet, never daring to share my murmurings and deepest emotions with anyone.
I'm just starting to bloom and unlock the rosebud in my heart and share my poetry and true self with the world.

Though I write mainly for fun (and am an amateur in every sense of the word) this is a major part of me and I plan to continue and see where it takes me.

My poetry is free flowing, often tells a story, doesn't rhyme or have much form and is almost always deeply symbolic. I'm very inspired by symbolism, including nature themes,fairy tales. and other whimsical themes. But through this whimsical symbolism I hope to express very real and personal thoughts.

The subjects in my poems are both specific, yet universal. Though some of my poems deal with dark topics, there is always a glimmer of hope for transformation. My purpose is to bring these dark things into the light so we can change them, and share a vision of how beautiful the world can be.
My goal in poetry is to bring about human understanding and social change.
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Lables: Dreamer, Idealist, INFP/ENFP split, Music student, Oboist/English hornist, teacher, aspiring to heal the world, liberal, agnostic humanist, a Green, compassionate, sensitive, peaceful, and open-minded.
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Favorite Influences/Inspiration

Favorite Quotes:

"An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind."
-Gandhi

"Nonviolence is the greatest force at the disposal of mankind. It is mightier than the mightiest weapon of destruction devised by the ingenuity of man."

"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty."

"Peace cannot be achieved through violence; it can only be attained through understanding."
- Emerson

"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment."


"If I could stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain."
-Emily Dickinson

"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry."


"One can choose to go back toward safety or forward toward growth. Growth must be chosen again and again; fear must be overcome again and again."
-Maslow

"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them."
-Thoreau

"The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly."

"The greatest compliment that was ever paid me was when one asked what I thought, and attended to my answer."

"Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."
-Martin Luther King Jr.

"Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal."

"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood."
-T.S Eliot

"It's not a matter of old or new forms; a person writes without thinking about any forms, he writes because it flows freely from his soul."
-Chekhov

Music: Rachmaninov, Dvorak, most every Russian composers, Dar Williams, Poulenc, Chopin, Counting Crows, Coldplay, Sarah McLachlan, Tori Amos, Duncan Sheik.

One of my favorite songs-
The symbolism is so superb here.

DAR WILLIAMS
February

I threw your keys in the water, I looked back,
Theyd frozen halfway down in the ice.
They froze up so quickly, the keys and their owners,
Even after the anger, it all turned silent, and
The everyday turned solitary,
So we came to February.

First we forgot where wed planted those bulbs last year,
Then we forgot that wed planted at all,
Then we forgot what plants are altogether,
and I blamed you for my freezing and forgetting and
The nights were long and cold and scary,
Can we live through February?

You know I think Christmas was a long red glare,
Shot up like a warning, we gave presents without cards,
And then the snow,
And then the snow came, we were always out shoveling,
And wed drop to sleep exhausted,
Then wed wake up, and its snowing.

And February was so long that it lasted into March
And found us walking a path alone together.
You stopped and pointed and you said, "Thats a crocus,"
And I said, "Whats a crocus?" and you said, "Its a flower,"
I tried to remember, but I said, "Whats a flower?"
You said, "I still love you."

The leaves were turning as we drove to the hardware store,
My new lover made me keys to the house,
And when we got home, well we just started chopping wood,
Because you never know how next year will be,
And well gather all our arms can carry,
I have lost to February.
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Literature/Poets: Emerson, Chekhov, Daniel Quinn, Emily Dickinson, mythology Fairy tales of all kinds.

People: There are people who have a profound influence on both my life and my poetry. I would like to thank them for being my muses and filling me with inspiration and encouraging me.

Things: My favorite topics to write about include, roses, watery things, trees, butterflies, flowers, and nearly anything with an archetype. As for subjects, I love writing about all the seasons of love, peace, deep emotional topics, misunderstanding, transformation and my vision of a compassionate world where we all understand and respect each other.