How do I miss thee? Gasp! Let me count the ways.
I miss thee to the deep, the space, and skies
My soul can reach as I strain for my prize,
For the ends of thought and ideal phrasings.
I love thee with the ease of every day’s vernacular
In most quiet need to velvet utterance on devilish wings.
I love thee unreservedly, be thy taskmaster or a friend avuncular
Through the days thou art my handmaiden of laughter.
I love thee like my child; I feed thee tenderly
And when I can’t I begin to starve; breath labors.
Oh, if time were more giving, more patient
I might dance another dance and sing what hides latent.
I miss thee that loss fills my well of joy with gravel
A week feels like two, two fortnights like four.
Parched, I am run aground on a lone shore
‘Til time should stall and bid the ink on my paper travel.
May Elizabeth Barrett Browning forgive me in her grave.
114 thoughts on “Ode To My Blog”
I think she would think it was pretty good.
Ha ha ha. I beg to differ but kind of you. =)
She may have stirred a bit, but it’s difficult to smile when you’ve been buried so long…I, on the other hand, giggled unabashedly.
I honestly didn’t believe she would smile. I mean, isn’t it an unspoken law that you don’t touch a WORD of another poet – esp one of that caliber? =) I’m glad you liked it, though, R. Was supposed to be funny, but I couldn’t do humor stuck to a Browning. =) (So I let the sadness flow…)
LOL. I’ll send you a message after I die and meet her. 😉
Well, I hope you don’t reach her before I do but I appreciate the intent and effort. =)
no worries. I’m here to help. 😉
Even unto death. I am flattered. LOL.
Lovely ode to longing and your blog Diana. We miss you too. 🙂
So sweet. Gasping…Fought my way to be able to write today.
Curious minds wonder what is keeping you from writing. I hope you are well.
Nothing as mysterious or complicated as homeschooling. Tmrw I’m out even longer during the day – trying him out at Chess Club. (I don’t wear my blog on an iGadget). I appreciate the curiosity. =)
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Thank you. Glad you liked it.
Odes are for the dead. You seem to be alive kicking, and writing!
HA ha ha. I had to kick the d—n clock to be able to write today. Enough!! And she arose from the rubble of time…
I’ve had those days too!
Well, if she rolled over a few times, too bad for her! Maybe she needs to get out a little!!
LOL. Why do I get the sense that you could totally take (any part of this and your comment esp) and run with it? So..was it Mom or Dad who had the quick humor?
Yes, I always try to see the humor and sarcasm in things. I come from a Jewish family. We’re all funny!
I see…I can only imagine the family gatherings… =)
Well, if I were your blog I might be a bit peeved that you initially watered down your passionate love to a mild longing. However, as your paean develops it becomes clear that you have the most endearing and heartfelt attachment to your blog. I just want you to know that we missed you too HW.
I think I started off pretty earnestly – gasp and all. =) I have missed my alter ego maddeningly and convinced myself that I could be a worse mom than one who sits her kid to lunch next to her to write on the computer. Just couldn’t take it any longer. I appreciate the closing word. =)
Struck a chord with me, my dear. His will be done. With love to you.
Very sweet, Eileen. Thank you. I’m glad this spoke to you. =) Your blog is beautiful.
You most certainly can “touch a word of another poet” in this legitimate way – ESPECIALLY one of that calibre – because the poem is in the public domain now, AND you gave credit. Browning would be pleased that her poem inspired you. You were inspired, and you wrote beautifully!
Now, if it’s a poet who is alive, and/or whose work is still under copyright – that’s another story…
Hmm. Well, if the poet were living, I would’ve asked for permission. -) Very sweet reflections and encouragement, Chez. Thank you so much.
my thoughts; my child…. oh goodness, there a lot of bastards out there.
Ha ha ha ha. One way to look at it.
What a passionate and energetic ode to your blog. You would even dance for it 😉 Writing is certainly in your bones…and I love it when you post 💕
Ha ha ha. So sweet. Yes, I would even dance…Ah..blogitis was too painful this time around. I had to come up for air. Appreciate the generous sentiments, my friend.
Yes, you certainly dance for you blog. You go back in time and dig out memories and your darkest, most-hidden emotions and put them in words for your blog. I hope coming back here hasn’t been too overwhelming for you, D. Enjoy the love here ❤
No one went anywhere. We were right here waiting and you didn’t disappoint. EBB hasn’t written in a while. Somebody has to. It might as well be you. 🙂
Very sweet. You do have a gazillion folks writing here, presenting themselves on the Reader, though. =) Thanks.
Oh Diana. You are so funny but oh so talented. So let me count the ways that you have become a super writer of poems.
Of note. Here in my little town of about 120,000 there is Baylor University which has the Browning collection. I have never been to see it but maybe one day….
Oh nice!! I know you have plenty keeping you busy but that would be special if you could get to it. And you’re too much, Yvonne. I most certainly appreciate the generous word.
Hahaha.. this is fun. Elizabeth Barrett Browning must be laughing in her grave XD
That would be an honor. =) Glad you laughed bc it was supposed to be funny. Just got a little hard bringing out the humor in the likeness of a Browning. Thx for being here.
I laughed out loud, but I know you were only half joking. I never meant to blog, I meant to post art, but since I’ve started it’s been an incredible outlet. When I can’t write for a while I start to itch! I can completely identify. I have to admit I had to look up “avuncular.” Always nice to increase one’s vocabulary. Now I will go look up Ms. EBB! Always good to increase ones culture. Finding you and your blog has been one of my biggest blessings of recent months. Thanks for being you!
You got it. Yep, was half-joking (and half-crying) LOL. And yes, blogging is its own thing, apart from the art. The two certainly conjoin but you can be a good blogger without having to be a great artist, or the latter not knowing how to blog. I appreciate the glowing encouragement, J.
i enjoy heartily your blog and the comments, too. already a while under a spell 😉
Very sweet. I am bowled over by the comments sometimes. Thanks.
Is this what happens when life gets in the way Diana? Greatly expressed.
Ha ha ha. Yes, I go crazy, Kath. I kicked rocks out of my way to be able to post yesterday. =) Thanks for being here.
These are feelings that we all can relate to. It’s a mixture of longing for the past but living in the present. We all have to be active participants in our own lives. Wonderful post.
“We all have to be active participants in our own lives.” When I don’t get to participate actively by writing about it, I go…nuts! Thanks for taking a moment. =)
Ha! Totally understand.
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With a touch of poetry, your blog must be as happy with your return as we are ~ well done HW. Your talent simply will not allow you to hide its abilities 🙂 Wish you a great day.
You go around WPress sprinkling the holy water of blessing and benediction on us grateful folks. =)
I miss your blog when life keeps you from posting as often as you would like to. But it also makes me realize that you are still human! I have often wondered how you do it all: blogging, special series on your blog (with all the coordination), replying to every comment, checking out other blogs, being a mom and a wife and homeschooling (just the things I know about through your writing!) I come away with the hope that I can accomplish more as a mere mortal! 🙂
*Smile* You have a very good handle on what I juggle. Very thoughtful of you to think about that. Do yourself a big favor and drop the hope that you can accomplish more than you do, D. It (really) hurts and is frustrating when I can’t write – esp the deep stuff that requires hours of thought and sitting. I remind myself of the blessing of my other callings – and when that wears thin, I kick the rocks, seize the moment by the collar, and post. LOL.
I love the roots of your poetry sunk deep in Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Your poetry is uniquely you and you speak about the mysterious pull of writing on all bloggers. I’m glad you are coming back home to yours. ❤
Appreciate the lovely thoughtful feedback and yes, I hope and imagine writers can relate. =)
So lovely and honest, Diana. EBB would be proud. Many of my favorites have gone missing a bit here. I just assumed “Life” got in the way, or maybe just Spring. But, it is certainly addictive, and I can understand your feelings. We’re still here. Take your time ! ☺ Van
I would never let mere Spring get in the way. LOL. Been swallowed almost whole in the homeschooling. I pushed my way back out, kicking, for air. =)
Be kind to yourself. Writing is therapeutic ! ☺
K. I’ll try not to kick things. LOL.
Look at you! Thought of you two days ago wondering if all was well with you and your family. Good to hear from you, as always!
How sweet. =) That happens to me a lot, the vibes connecting through cyberspace. A like comes whistling in when I think of someone. =) I’ve missed you all so much. Had to tell Time to get off my back and just. Write. =)
So sing another song and dance another dance, D. And we will dance and sing along with you. 🙂 –Curt
Wish it were that easy. Ha ha ha. (Some will be relieved it’s not.)
Hey, I’ve seen you dance. 🙂
That memory is as sharp as ever.
“In most quiet need to velvet utterance on devilish wings” Great line! 🙂
=) Those first four words are Browning’s, which was the point. To put my own spin on her work. Thanks, Cindy.
LOL…. I was wondering when the Holistic Wayferer was going to post next just yesterday. A blog in its own way really is one’s (creative) baby!
I grew tired of wondering when HW was going to post again, too. So I just told her to do it. =)
Very nice thoughts towards your blog Diana. And I do believe it misses you just as much, as do we when you are away for so long! 🙂
Ha ha. Thanks. I seriously missed you guys I was going around the house scowling.
Hahahahaha. Great ode Diana. I must admit, I feel the same way. I’m dying to get back to regular blogging. Busyness gets the best of us, doesn’t it?
I knOw you copy that, girl. =)
WOW! That’s some Blog passion!
LOLoLoLoL. The funny part is every bit of it is true. Ha ha ha ha. I was so sad about not having been able to write. lol
Very cool.. Love your use of the old English here Diana! 🙂
Ha ha. 19th century melodrama was fun. =) Thx.
How fitting that poetry breaks the silence, and wittily fitting at that!
=) I like that, the relationship between poetry and silence. Something to think about. Thanks, A.
Well of course Elizabeth forgives you. Writers are always frustrated when other activities encroach on their writing aren’t they? lol
Oh, I’ve missed mine, very much, too!
I can imagine. But sometimes extremely important things keep us away, as in your case. 😉
Thought of you this wk, J. =)
Moving… I could almost feel the sense of thoughts.
Thanks. And I appreciate the follow. My son is asking if your avatar if out of the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. =)
Nope. It’s one of the wallpaper I downloaded from my iPhone apps. I would describe it as the Jamaican Lion. LOL cos he’s seemed mellowed down 🙂 And thanks for the reply btw, say hi to your son for me. I wonder how young is he…
About to turn 8. =) Will pass it all on. Thx.
Diana, as a homeschool mom who has invested over a decade of my time and love into my children I just want to encourage you that you’re making a good choice. My daughter who now does online homeschooling is so glad that she was at home for all these years. Love your poem.
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
You know I needed this, Wendy. I read my boy your comment (LOL) to HeLP him appreciate being home. I wouldn’t give him up to life outside the home for anything but you know the thirst of an artist for her work and a woman torn in all directions but her own. Thanks so much for taking a moment. I actually thought of you two wks ago.
Diana, there was one year that my daughter asked to go to public school. I suggested she wait another year because I knew she was vulnerable to peer pressure (like I was). The next year when I asked her if she wanted to go to a high-school her friend went to she said no thanks. This scenario is very common. Once they hit grade 9 or 10 they realize how blessed they are to skip out on the pressures of drugs and dating. It’s a tough world out there for a young developing brain. Even 50% of adults can’t hold a marriage together–how can we expect lambs to survive in a den of lions? It’s not a one size fits all, but I know it’s best for our family. Blessings as you follow where God leads you. Because we homeschooled, my daughter was able to zoom ahead in piano and pass others who had started lessons before her. Same with her singing lessons. My son is the drummer for his youth group and my daughter plays piano for it alternately with other youth. I read and write in my vehicle while my daughter is at lessons. All that learning you’re doing while teaching will bless your (already good) writing. ❤
Shared this with my husband. I sneak in reading and writing any crack of time I can in the run-around but I am very much hands-on in his drum lessons at the school this season – and in the practice at home. I am grateful for every word you took the time here, Wendy. We need friends to come alongside and lend light, wisdom, and cheer for the journey. Appreciate you.
It gets easier and less hands-on over time. I don’t regret all the hours of reading with them. Good memories.
Out of our 11 grandchildren and 7 great-grandchildren only two of our only daughter’s three sons were home schooled. So far, one was home schooled until College…..he graduated Magna cum laude from college.
Her younger son was home schooled until high school and he graduated Magna cum laude from there and is doing extremely well in college.
The one that has already graduated from college has taught in Indonesia and last year in Afghanistan until bomb threats closed the school down. I love listening to him talk about his experiences. It’s been incredibly educational in all the best ways.
I’m not sure I could have home schooled with four born in five years, plus another one later, but I can sure tell the difference in their education and in how close knit their family is.
There are advantages in so many areas of their lives, but it does mean sacrifices for you.
There are treasures and fruit that make the sacrifices worth it.
Persevere!! I’ll keep you in my prayers. eileen
It is wonderful hearing about your family, Eileen. And I thank you to no end for the encouragement and prayer support, dear friend. I am sharing your comment with my husband.
I’m sure she is clapping her hands and laughing in delight 🙂
*scary!* lol (Thx for the encouragement, though.)
The laughing spectre 😜
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I’m sure she’d approve of your passion to return to your writing!
LoL. At her expense…
Miss is the thing that we always feel the loss of life.
You wordsmith! You say beautifully what I generally feel about blogging but cannot half so cleverly convey.
Golly, Miss Wayfarer! You sure do talk pretty. ❤
LOL!! Talk pretty. Such charming Southern drawl. You w/ the encouragement. I was frustrated eyeing (and eyeing) this blog, unable to write. I. Just. Did. It. Thx, K.
Ode to Diana: Oh yes, I’ve noticed your absence beautiful scribe. And as I was reading your lovely ode, I was thinking it sounded a lot like Browning, and no doubt you were using her poem as a vehicle to express your beautiful words in humour. ❤
LOL Goodness, an ode to me. You’re something. And yes, I started off in humor (burrowed in passionate frustration) but it’s hard to do funny with Browning. Thx, D. =)
Well you’ve done a great job, as always. Yes, seriously! So stop blushing, and take the kudos! 🙂
Oh, it’s great I just found you, so I didn’t have to miss you before! Great ode!
Ha ha. I’m glad I was found so I didn’t have to miss your comment.