diversion to gallifrey

hello universe!
since i've recently discovered that many of my friends love the tv show "doctor who" as much as i do, i thought i'd share with you a bit of "timelord poetry" that i wrote a while back... besides, it is a good reason to post again. =)
this is supposed to be from the perspective of the 9th doctor. i wrote it right when i first discovered that i liked the show (a little less than a year ago). hopefully, it will still make some sense even if you haven't seen "doctor who." enjoy.

doctor's internal physics

eternal present.
earth moves, falls through space
cling tightly to my fingertips
and we'll break
free.
the smallest things will be the largest
and the last shall be first.
windows shatter.
lying beneath the surface, I am there
I wait for you because I love you
and we can save each other.
your world can be one disaster less
and my world can have substance.
new life.
in purpose, I can face existence
protect your world, for you have more than I
and you have more
time.
I look at the sky and see a painful struggle
waiting to be remedied
but you can enjoy its beauty
in spite of it.

you are still a child in this universe, so true
but I have learned so much from you.


until our paths cross again,
maggie

poetry muscle

hello universe!

went to the riverside art museum yesterday and it got me thinking about poetry again. more specifically, i realized that every human being has a "poetry muscle," if you will, that is exercised in any number of ways. the "poetry muscle" is the part of you that yearns to express the deeper beauties of life that can't be expressed through straight normal explanations. for people like me who are more literarily inclined, we might choose to write poetry or stories. others choose to draw, paint, or sculpt, like the artists showcased in the art museum. still others, that i call the "naturalist" types, choose to study the scientific details of things in search of this unexplainable beauty. some choose to plan events, start projects, or plant gardens. all can be called creative, and all seek (sometimes subconsciously) the deeper beauties of the universe in some way.

i think that the exercise of this "poetry muscle" is the thing that sets us apart from the animals.

how do you express your "poetry muscle," or have you noticed it?

until the starstreams spiral my aether-ship back to you,

maggie langdon

emotional objects

hello universe!

haven't been writing much lately; my poetic aether has been in a rather stationary and uninteresting orbit as of late. perhaps i should find some new inspirations.

one might be this: have you ever considered that pretty much every person has an "emotional object?" something that reminds you of something attached to deep emotion that causes the object to become more important than it literally is? i've realized that knowing about another's emotional object suddenly helps you understand something deep about that person's personality, something beyond words, something that's rather akin to poetry. some of the poetry of our lives can be written in a single stuffed animal, blanket, necklace or piece of fabric.

have you ever considered what poem might be written in your emotional object? perhaps soon i shall write mine.

until my aethership alters course,

maggie langdon

kingdom of the outplanets

hello universe!

otherworldly beauty is amazingly easy to find on this planet... just look around and notice. is this why the best poems are those written about ideas and people outside of one's self?

found this in my backyard the other day; to me it looked like a transplanted seed from an outplanet:

in other news, it has been very informative reading "Poet's Market" and noting what kinds of poetry is encouraged and discouraged by various publishers and magazines. I found it especially interesting how many discourage "religious" poetry. at first blush, this tendency appears somewhat discouraging to Christians like me, but after I thought about it, I realized that this too has to do with the idea that "the best poems are written about ideas and people outside of one's self." let me explain...

it seems to me that there are two kinds of "religious poetry," and most editors seem to know this, as evidenced by the fact that the Chautauqua Literary Journal gave a specific name to the undesirable kind: "hackneyed spiritual versifying." what makes the difference between the two kinds is the focus. "hackneyed spiritual versifying" is primarily self-centered in its heart. it is the kind that uses all the "right" words (like "born again" or "fellowship") to describe a vaguely spiritual feeling that makes God into a tool for our own self-exaltation. this kind of worldview also comes out in everyday life, but in poetry, the wrongness of it becomes more blatant; poetry, I think more so than any other art form, has a way of exposing the deepest orientations of the heart. as such, the "God-as-Santa-Claus" worldview tends to create bad poetry, the kind of poetry that just grates on every inner sinew of your body and makes you feel like you've touched some kind of deadly disease. this is not what should characterize "religious poetry." real religious poetry should be defined by its focus on God as He is, not as we wish Him to be to our own comfort. besides, the way He really is turns out to be way better than our imaginings of Him! this way, the poetry can "reach for the moon, and land among the stars."

an outward focus creates the beauty of the outplanets. the self is such a small kingdom, and poetry was created to plumb depths too large for self. is this why poetry is not as popular as it once was? because well-written poetry (even poetry that is not obviously religious) showcases the endless boundaries of God's kingdom and emphasizes the smallness of our own kingdoms? or because so much self-centered poetry has been written that people don't know what well-written poetry is anymore?

keep creating, friends, poetry and art and stories and structures and equations and lives that showcase the Kingdom without falling back on "hackneyed spiritual versifying."

until the aether realigns,

maggie langdon

new & seeking

hello again, dear universe!

continuing to seek inspiration for new writings... maybe an inspirational place? where do you consider to be inspirational places?

enjoy the outworldian beauties that surround you;

yours,

maggie

foray into a new world

hello, universe!

"the red notebook: a collection of poetry drawn from the beauty and sheer energy of life" is now complete, and thus I begin my journey into the world of self-publishing... at least, that's where I'm attempting to go with it now. perhaps I will submit to contests or publishers, but that will come in its time. I will keep you posted as I try to send my poetry into the wide world... until then, I've posted a "broadside" from a previous Facebook posting (check the sidebar; I'll try to post more as time goes on) and here, for you, my very first readers of this blog, is the first poem that will be included in "the red notebook."

hourglass

The page of a present moment.
Unnoticed, but written, it
shimmers
small, but shiny
and important.

A single grain of sand
catches the light, and I
take notice, but better by far
the multitude of grains
in a sandy beach.
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may your sand-marked journeys through time and space be beautiful;
yours,
maggie