Friday, June 22, 2012

Arielle's Word of the Day #22: HOME

Home can be many things. The feeling of "home" is unparalleled. Beautiful. Strong. Remember that no matter where you go, you can always take a little piece of home with you. The following poem is several years old and short. It's a sonnet (I call it "Sonnet for the Self"), for those of you who are into poetry. I've done a Shakespearean sonnet, which means it is written in iambic pentameter abab rhyme scheme...until the last 2 lines, which is an iambic pentameter couplet. That's a lot of English talk for those of you who could care less, but regardless, the poem has an important message.

Sonnet for the Self

Inside the mind, there is a little room.
It has a tiny lock and just one key.
Around it, doubt and shadows tend to loom,
But when the door is opened, truth goes free.
This little room—it houses all self-love.
Tear down the curtains; let the sunlight in.
No need to worry what you’re worthy of—
To love yourself can never be a sin.
Just bask beneath the rays of love and pride,
And never keep this bright room locked away.
Do not be meek or feel you have to hide—
Without self-love, true joy will never stay.
So give this room all that you have to give,
And you will always have a place to live.


© Arielle Lee Becker 2006

2 comments:

Cheryl said...

Beautiful.

Do you post your poetry online anywhere? Or just on your blog? You're a lovely writer, and should maybe think about publishing poems as well as everything else you want to do.

I am so behind, both with posting and commenting, but I'm trying to catch up...it's been such a valuable experience so far xxx

Arielle Bair (Becker) said...

Thank you, Cheryl. I used to have a blog that was only poetry but I became too concerned that my work would be stolen. I know it's not much better that I am posting here randomly, but it doesn't seem as exposed as it would on a blog solely dedicated to my literary works. Speaking of literary works, as a teen, I had a website (even back in the late nineties when the internet wasn't what it is today) that was called "Arielle's Literary Works." I posted poetry all the time and I loved it. I have always wanted to publish a book of poetry. I have a book of poetry in fact...ready to go. There's no real market for poetry these days, sadly. But my ambition is still there, so maybe one day. Poetry is my first love.