In Memorium

“O say does that star spangled banner yet wave, o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

I woke up at 7am on Memorial Day to the sight and sound of pouring rain, and instantly was struck with an inspiration for this poem.

I want to take a minute to thank all of the veterans and currently serving soldiers, as well as their families for what they have gone through, are going through, or what may come.  My dad was once a marine and I have several generations of military servicemen in my genes. But I couldn’t imagine losing someone to war. Thank you for your sacrifices and for remaining strong through all of the hardships. It is truly so appreciated, and know that you have so many people walking behind you on this journey.

On this day

Even God sheds tears for

The men and women who fought,

Who died,

To uphold the freedom of their nation.

These men and women paid the ultimate price, to protect,

To serve,

And to give future generations

A place to call home.

Soldiers lost their lives.

Families lost their mothers and fathers,

Brothers and sisters,

Sons and daughters,

Wives and husbands.

All of them are heroes.

All of them deserved better.

And all of them are remembered,

Honored, and loved.

On this day,

The people of this nation

Weep for those who’ve gone.

And God weeps for those they left behind.

This Town

This poem pretty much speaks for itself… Enjoy.

 

I stood for many sunsets on this roof,

watching the golden horizon exchange for the blue-black darkness of night.

I made more plays than I can count

on that softball field the next generation practices on.

There’s the cinema I worked in,

now owned by a new company.

This is where the local theatre used to be,

where I performed before it was shut down.

This place holds so many things.

My memories. My family. My childhood.

Unfortunately in this new chapter of my life,

there is no room in my mind for

this small town.

It has given me everything it could

but now it’s just not enough.

I don’t want to live and die

in this same Central Pennsylvanian lifestyle.

I want to broaden my mind.

I want to see the world.

I don’t want to constantly walk

on eggshells, pretending to be friends

with people who

ridiculed me

and treated me like I was nothing,

which is what I was until now.

Thank you, small town, for getting me here,

and thank you for your hospitality.

But I’m going onward and upward.

To new, and much greater things.

All my love,

Corrine.

 

Oblivion

This is a poem I wrote, again, in my high school creative writing class. This one is more morbid than the last, but it is a truth we all come to realize at one point or another. I’m currently reading We All Looked Up by Tommy Wallach, a book in which the characters face what could potentially be their last two months of life. The book is told from several points of view. Some try to avoid thinking about the inevitable, while others embrace it and do things they never would have done before. Wallach’s novel has reminded me of this poem, and I thought I would share it with my blog. Think, enjoy, discover yourself! All my love, Corrine.

I like to believe I do not fear death,

As everyone else does I’m sure.

But a small piece in the back of my mind

Cringes at the sound of the word.

The truth of the matter is

Everyone, at some point, fears death.

Why is that?

Why is it that we fear life’s grand finale?

Perhaps it’s the unknown,

Or leaving loved ones behind,

Or oblivion.

Whatever the reason, one thing is certain:

Everyone, no matter how tough,

Or strong,

Or brave,

fears an inevitable death.

 

I Do

This is a poem I wrote back in high school for my creative writing class. I figured I could add some of my previous works in with my new material, and be able to mold and edit them in a more mature way. Without further ado, here is my quote poem, “I Do.”

We loved with a love that was more than love,”

So written by Edgar Allen Poe.

That love was indescribable and indestructible.

It was so much more than

A peck on the cheek.

It was sweet, passionate,

And intoxicating.

We were two bodies, but one soul.

We were each other’s missing piece.

Two halves to one whole.

Our bodies and minds fused together,

By something with a power

Stronger than anything on earth.

And so we held on to that love.

Until death did we part.