Not all of us are born "poets".  As a matter of fact, none of us are born "creative" either.  But, somewhere along the way, while we are growing up, the "creativity" in all of us emerges - some in the "arts" and "sciences" while others find their outlets in other forms of mediums of expressions.

"Creativity" in music, in writing, in painting, in sculpture, in architecture, in poetry, in acting, the list goes on and on.

I for one am no "poet".  Well, actually, I have dabbled in "poetry/poems" when I was in my "love" stage many, many years ago.  But, that's another story altogether, and I am not about to publish any of my "compositions" online.  All my ex'es will have a "fit"!!

So, why in the world am I blogging about "poems", you ask!!  Well, I have been "inspired" by one particular writer/blogger recently when I came across a poem she published on her website.  It was one by the American poet, Robert Frost and it goes like this:

Quote/Unquote:

Fire and Ice
(1923)

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
is also great
And would suffice.

Isn't that just earth-shattering?  Well, it certainly would be when the world comes to an end, don't you think?

Now, my turn to contribute.  After reading the above, I suddenly had a re-collection of a poem which I just "loved" back in my (yes!!) "love"

days.  Gals, you know the feeling... when you've just ended a relationship... well, this one's for you!!

It goes something like this (if my memory serves me right):

Quote/Unquote:

If you leave me, I shall not die
Or make grief a trumpet, to shatter the sky
I shall not ask for anything more
But to walk according to natural lore
One foot behind, the other before

I shall rise at morning, sleep at night
Grope in darkness, see in light
And tell unfailingly, black from white
I shall use my brain, to earn my bread
Snarl when hungry, smile well-fed

I shall not die... I shall be dead

Ah, isn't love just grand?  It surely was for me back in those days.  Those were the days... (not the Mary Hopkins song!!).

Now, I would just love to give credit to the poet, but I don't remember who it was - whether it was a "he" or a "she" even.  I tried researching online, but I couldn't pinpoint the origin of the poem.  If and when I come across the name of the poet, I will surely update this blog post.  For now, just enjoy the above 2 poems.  Enjoy the "creative" force behind such talent and be thankful for the legacy they've left behind.

And as a final note, I'd like to add that maybe one fine day, I'll dig up those old "compositions" of mine and publish them on this website.   Yah, right, you say!!  And right you are!!  I'm a coward, and no way am I going to embarrass myself on my niche site.  Maybe, I'll publish them on my other blog (yunno, the one where my alter-ego, "AkitaWoof" rants?).  Yah, maybe over there...