Two Daughters

At the third wedding we attended this year, there was a fun table with three typewriters. Real, honest to goodness typewriters! Let me tell you, I had to hold myself back. I wanted to sit down and type on a real typewriter so badly! But I behaved myself.

poems while you wed
poems while you wed

These typewriters were soon attended by three poets. They were part of a group called “Poems while you wait.” You give them a topic, they will write a poem. Since Ed and I had left our two daughters at home, they were my topic of choice.

Here is the poem we received:

Like Two Tulips

Two daughters,
and sometimes both

are nice at once.
Sometimes the house

smells of hair spray,
sometimes like dirty socks.

I’m afraid of what’s in
your future, even more

afraid of what’s in
your trash cans.

caroline macon
poems while you wed

Now, what do you think of that?


Favorite Poetry {Spin Cycle}

Taking a dirt trail into the middle of the wilderness; for some reason, this has always appealed to me.

Independence Mine

I like the idea of being able to disappear into nature; to take the road less traveled. My favorite poems reflect this desire.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
~J.R.R. Tolkien

When I was much younger, I loved walking the trails behind my grandparents’ house by the hilly banks of a river in Iowa. Back in those woods, it was easy to forget that civilization was just around the bend.

grandparents' house

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~Robert Frost

And yet I know, if I truly disappeared into the wilderness, I would miss civilization very much.

Ode to French Fries

Oh, french fries, you’re glorious,
even though you’re calorious,
You simply are my favorite food.

Share you, I’ll never
Even though it will ever
Be said that I’m rude.

No ketchup, please,
I’d rather have cheese,
Or just sprinkle you with plenty of salt.

Although I just love your taste,
You really add to my waist,
Our love affair certainly must halt!

Skins on or nak-ed,
Fried, but not bak-ed,
Thick or thin, still I adore you.

After much consideration,
I’ll try moderation.
My love for you remains true!

~Ginny Marie

Who are your favorite poets?
Link up your poems any day this week!

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