To keep the poetry mojo alive, I decided to open a fresh poetry topic.

What poem best suits your current mood?

Since I am up at almost 3 in the morning, typing on booktalk while my husband, kids and dogs are asleep (only the cats, attacking each other, join me in my inability to get shut eye), I will add this piece by Angelou.

Insomniac by Maya Angelou
There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.


For this and other Angelou poems, visit the link below:


http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/maya_angelou

A second thread, what a great idea! Thanks, Babyblues.

This is not a poem, but it is reflects were my mind is today.

The last paragraph from Walking by Henry David Thoreau

So we saunter toward the Holy Land, till one day the sun shall shine more brightly than ever he has done, shall perchance shine into our minds and hearts, and light up our whole lives with a great awakening light, as warm and serene and golden as on a bank-side in autumn.

Since the Dopler made it appear that the only rain falling is falling at the Jersey Shore, I will dabble in Shelley:

The Fitful Alternations Of The Rain by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fitful alternations of the rain,
When the chill wind, languid as with pain
Of its own heavy moisture, here and there
Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere