#Blogtober Day 7: National Poetry Day

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N.B You may be reading this post a little later than the original publish date of 07th October 2021 and that’s because I’ve been a little unwell recently so I took some time away from writing and blogging to look after myself and recuperate. That being said, I am feeling better and ready to publish a bunch of draft posts and schedule in some posts for the week! Buckle in readers because there’s a bunch of posts ready to drop!

If you didn’t know already, for #Blogtober I grouped a lot of articles together so that each day of the week has a theme. For example, Thursdays are for travel topics. For 7th October, I deceived to combine my #Blogtober travel theme with national poetry day and share with you all two poems on travelling that always make me feel something when I read them.

Die Slowly by Martha Medeiros

He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.
He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones i's rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.
He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.
He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.
He or she who abandons a project before starting it, who fails to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know, he or she who doesn't reply when they are asked something they do know,
dies slowly.
Let's try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness

Does reading this not inspire you to step outside your comfort zone? It reminds me, reading this, that excitement often comes hand in hand with change.

Let’s try and avoid death in small doses

Martha Medeiros

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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 marked 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 is a well known American poet and ‘The Road Not Taken’ is often seen as his most famous piece. I find it to be beautifully written and those final three lines are impeccable.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Poems can be often unappreciated for the ways that they inspire readers and for me, at least, a good poem will stay with me and I will find myself revisiting poems just to chase that feeling – that serotonin hit that you get when a writer creates a sentence so masterfully, you read it and sigh.

In honour of it being National Poetry Day, are there any poems that really stand out to you? Have you created poems that you want to share? Leave a comment and let me know.


Em x




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