poetry

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Finding the Power in Poetry

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Poetry is something I've always been interested in. Back in middle school, it was writing angsty poetry about anger, or being rejected by a boy. As I grew older, it began to evolve. Had more depth to it. Yet, poetry still felt like it made little difference to how the people around me saw the world. I was made fun of for writing it, or liking it. Either that, or my fellow students and I were left to beat at a poem to discover some unseeable meaning. Poetry, to me, was special, yet not powerful.

On June 18th-19th, I got the amazing privilege to attend the Skagit River Poetry Festival, a poetry festival where poets from all over attend in the Pacific Northwest to talk about poetry, give advice, and read. According to Molly McNulty, executive direct of the Skagit River Poetry Foundation, the festival's goal is to be a "love letter" to the community. To sum it up? It was powerful. But don't worry, I enjoy writing much too much to just give you a summarized version of this event.

During my last quarter of college before graduating with my AA-DTA, I took a class with the intention to study poetry and how the written word interacts with performance and the audience. It was through this class that I got to attend the festival and shadow a poet for two days. The poet I got to shadow was Lena Khalaf Tuffaha. It was through her that I learned the power of poetry.

Tuffaha is a first-generation American and has Palestinian, Jordanian, and Syrian heritage. Many of her poems are about crossing cultural and political boarders. In an interview with her, I got to ask her a little bit about why she writes what she writes. She told me that as a writer, she feels a responsibility to tell the truth of what is happening in her homeland and the lives that are being affected there. Here's a little sample of her work:

"Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of
war-time courtesy.
It doesn't matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and here are more human lives
packed against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren't trying to kill you." (An excerpt of "Running Orders" from Water & Salt)

Tuffaha told me about her home. About the library her grandfather had and the countless hours she spent reading. The influence that had on her poetry. Yet, so much of that is being destroyed. It broke my heart. "How can I create a change?" I asked. She told me, to simply use my knowledge of the world to create a change in the people I know. In other words, don't let sexism, racism, and other offensive behavior go uncalled, especially with the people you know and who trust you. Use your light to shine in the darkness. But most of all, don't under estimate the power of the written word and a passion to create change.

Poetry is power.

I saw this in other poets as well. Tina Chang reminded the audience that every missing child could be one of our own. Ada Limon described the feeling of watching a life slip away right before your eyes. Quenton Baker used spoken word to transform the audience to slave ship. And every single time, I was right there. I was walking with the child and then he disappeared. I held the hand of the dying person until it went limp. I saw the shivering mass of bodies huddled in fear as the boat rocked violently. All it was were words, but it was what were in those words that mattered.

It's easy to think that your words don't matter. That no one will get, or even want to hear, what you have to say. It's not true. Your words, passions, experiences, they have so much power. Use them. Celebrate them. Embrace them.

Most of all, I invite you to find the power of poetry. Allow it to give you a different view of the world.

If you would like to learn more about Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, click here.
If you would like to learn more about the Skagit River Poetry Foundation, click here.
If you would like to read some of my poetry, click here.



What does the power of poetry mean to you? We all have something to say. Go ahead, pick up that pen, and write. But don't write for the world. First, write for yourself. 

Happy writing,

Elizabeth




Thursday, December 29, 2016

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT // chasing moonlight


Hey there!

So, I have a very special announcement for everyone. Thanks to the help of Julia and Sarah, I was finally able to start something I've been hoping to do for awhile now.

*drum role*

I STARTED MY OWN POETRY BLOG

Guys!! I'm beyond excited to share with you I started a poetry blog, chasing moonlight. I have to say a HUGE thanks to Julia and Sarah for helping me get started. Julia, the kindest human ever, texted me Christmas morn and told me she wanted to buy and install a design for the poetry blog I've been yearning to start. *sequels* Is that not that sweetest thing ever? So her and Sarah were way too kind and helped make it all pretty and I can't thank them enough. Also, Sarah helped me come up with name, which I am just in love with. If you're not following Julia's blogs Twilight to Dawn and The Barefoot Gal, and Sarah's blog The Introverted Extrovert, you must go do so right now. They are both the cutest, nicest, funniest girls ever and I am so blessed by their existence. So go stalk their blogs, go do it!

My goal for chasing moonlight is to just share my poetry with whoever will read it. I love to write, but I feel as if Whimsical Thoughts has taken a different route. Don't get me wrong, I adore this blog and will still be posting regularly, but I wanted to dedicate a spot for only my writing, somewhere I can post as many poems as I want without feeling bad I don't have variety. So, if you've enjoyed my writing in the past, jump over to chasing moonlight and follow me! I already have one post up, and I cannot wait to share more.

Thank you to everyone who has given me so much encouragement in my writing, thus inspiring me to start this new blog. And thanks again to sweet sweet Julia and Sarah for helping me out. YOU TWO ARE THE LEGIT BEST.

Have a wonderful New Years,

Elizabeth

Friday, December 23, 2016

searching for cheer


tis the season
for christmas cheer
snow is falling
carols are sung
people are bustling
here and there
and jolliness seems to be
everywhere
yet
i'm still standing here
empty handed
my heart is full
but not with joy
with doubt
fear
confusion
dread
so i wait for it
to snow
and i buy all
the gifts
i watch elf
and polar express
and rudolf the reindeer
but
nothing
am i broken
have i just grown up
why is this excitement
absent
in my life
but then i stop
and realize
christmas isn't about
the lights
the music
the traditions
it's not even about
who's here
and who isn't
it's about
Emmanuel
God with us
our Savior
who came down to earth
to save us
yet i base my feelings
on a christmas tree
on snowmen
and holiday cookies
no wonder i don't feel
this "spirit"
of christmas
i've been looking
to all the wrong things
when it's only ever been about
Jesus
and the precious gift
we've been given



How are you feeling about Christmas? I know this season can be really hard for a lot of people, and I totally get that! There's people that I miss and traditions that have been lost, and it's sad, but I've come to the realization that it doesn't matter if I feel "christmasy" or not, because this season is all about Christ, not me. So join me in these last couple of days in worshiping Jesus and remembering why we celebrate this holiday in the first place.

Merry Christmas! Wishing you all a wonderful holiday,

Elizabeth

Thursday, November 24, 2016

enough


life was good
for there were flowers to be picked
bright and vibrant
just like her eyes
they were to be set on her desk
to remind her
there were still beautiful things
at night
when she couldn't breath
when her mind held her captive
she could look at those flowers
and smile
she would clench
and unclench her fists
panic would rise up her throat
choking her
but
life was good

life was good
for there were twinkly lights
to be put up
walls to cover
with words she'd stringed together
and images
painted straight from her soul
when her vision blurred
with tears she could not control
she looked up to see her creations
the feelings that were pasted there
and was comforted
they were wet with tears
and scars were hidden in their pages
but
life was good

life was good
for there were adventures to be taken
mountains to climb
with hair blowing in the wind
she had road trips to leave for
maps to be looked over
detours to be taken
when she felt alone
tapped in a box unable to move
she thought of the smell of fresh air
and the feel of new ground
under her feet
wrapped into a ball
loneliness holding her tight
she stared into the darkness
but
life was good

life was good
for there were books to be read
the pages
each having a story
she filled her bookshelves
with friends she held dear
and places that whispered her name
when she no longer wanted to be herself
when her spirit felt crushed
she changed her name
and left her sad world
she became lost
and questioned her purpose
but
life was good

life was good
for there were sunsets to be watched
hands to be held
and shoulders to lean on
as the sky turned magically
into colors no human could ever recreate
she became an early riser
just to watch the sunrise
when the panic attacks erupted
and breathing seemed impossible
she reminded herself
endings can be beautiful
and new beginnings breathtaking
alone in her bedroom
rocking back and forth
her heart was pounding like a race horse
but
life was good

life was good
for there was always light to be found
in the darkness
and arms to hold her
when she fell
even when she felt alone
her heart hopeless
she was never alone
when she felt unworthy of love
her creator told her otherwise
this world failed her
and every day she was reminded of her imperfections
but
life was good
because god was good
and that was enough



Happy Thanksgiving// Whether you're American or not, happy Thanksgiving to all my beautiful followers, I'm so thankful for all your support and sweet comments, you guys are the reason I still blog and I can't thank you enough.

So I've been thinking about thankfulness for awhile and discussing it with others. Let's be honest here, it's really hard to be thankful sometimes! Life isn't easy, and often times we only dwell on the bad things. Whether it's your hair not being how you like it, trouble at school, struggling with anxiety, or a death you're grieving, there are so many things that stop us from being thankful. I get it! I've been there too and I'm constantly struggling with it, but guys, God calls us to be thankful in everything, not just when life is going good. We forget that, because it's hard and seems impossible. Why would God call us to do such a thing when we can't possibly accomplish it?  So I wanted to write about that. How even when it doesn't seem like there's things to be thankful for, there is! We have been given so much. Best of all, God is so very good and is always there for us. So no matter what you're going through this Thanksgiving, remember that! You're never alone. God is constant, and in the good and bad, we are to praise Him and give Him thanks, but He too will be there for us, comforting us and giving us the strength we need to go on.

I hope you all have a wonderful day, whether it's spent with family, friends, or just you and a piece of pie. Remind yourself to be thankful not just today, but every day, and that God is good in everything.

I love you all,

Elizabeth

“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you” 
1 Thessalonians 5:16–18

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

my air force man


it's taken me
forever
to come up with the right
words
to say to you
because
you mean so much to me
and watching you leave
is so much harder
than i thought

my big brother
leaving his home
off to save the world
will you forget us
while you're off exploring new places
meeting new people

please don't

it's the little things
i'll miss the most
the conversations we have
over the silliest of things
the way you always listen
no matter what i have to say
all those
stupid
reddit jokes
i'll even miss those

it's so weird
it feels like only recently
we were just little kids
building forts
and exploring the woods
playing sports
and fighting over who was
safe
and who was
out

now we're all grown up
and
i am so proud of you
and even though this
goodbye
is so so hard
the goodbye i denied for so long
and pretended wasn't coming
it's here and
i'm still
so
proud of you

you inspire me daily
to never give up
to always work harder than i thought i could
to stand firm in what i know is true

i know you will do
great things
and
great things
are coming your way
this goodbye is hard
but god has his eye
on you

so go out there
my big brother
make this world safer
and don't forget me
and how much i love you

my air force man

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