My last post Authentication prompted many wonderful comments from you wonderful readers (are you feeling special yet? I hope so!). One reader in particular (Marc, this is you) ask me to share more about myself.
Me? You want to know about me?
I realized that blogging carries a versatile voice. I realized the tone for blogs is often more personal and vulnerable than the objective view I often bring to my articles for content websites.
Not better, not lower quality, just a different style of writing.
With that in mind, I looked over my About Poetic Parfait page. Marc was right. Not many personal details. I revamped the page. If you have already taken a read (oh come on), here is your pop quiz about me:
Are you three for three? If not I’ll grant you a hall pass today. Memory, got to love it.
I liken memory to the jam filling of a layer cake.
The Jam
The strawberry jam holds together two or three layers of breaded cake. The jam keeps the cake moist and adds additional flavor. Types of jam vary from cake to cake but without it the taste is dull.
Jam and Your Mind
Yes, the mind is like jam.
We have minds that are shaped by our past experiences. Our minds and memory make us who we are today. Make us individual, tasty, confident, or possibly lack confidence. Our minds can retain lines of poetry that we have written ourselves and poems we read over the years.
Here is one of the first poems I memorized, “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”
Robert Frost published the poem originally in 1923, however I wasn’t introduced to it until I was in high school. I read the novel “The Outsiders” and there it sat, looking coyly at me, within a page in the book. Tempting me to divulge it the way I eat shortbread cookies still warm from the oven.
The book quickly became one of my favorites. It still is today.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
(Written by Robert Frost)
Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.
Do you have a poem that you have memorized or a certain line that keeps surfacing in your mind?
I enjoy your comments, thanks for the support!
Twitter: @christybis
Hi Christy
ReplyDeleteNice thoughts. I have difficulty with poetry, probably because I don't understand it although I can write a mean limerick lol.
But I do understand the sentiment here
Nigel;-)
PS I got 3 out of 3 and only had to look at the About Me page twice, impressed?
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