Sunday, November 20, 2005

Open House







OPEN HOUSE
by Theodore Roethke

My secrets cry aloud.
I have no need for tongue.
My heart keeps open house,
My doors are widely swung.
An epic of the eyes
My love, with no disguise.

My truths are all foreknown,
This anguish self-revealed.
I'm naked to the bone,
With nakedness my shield.
Myself is what I wear:
I keep the spirit spare.

The anger will endure,
The deed will speak the truth
In language strict and pure.
I stop the lying mouth;
Rage warps my dearest cry
To witness agony.
~~~~~~~~
I just posted my very last entry on my AOL Journal. I quoted Theodore Roethke's "Open House" as a way of trying to explain why I find the ads so offensive. My blog is my house. My thoughts are the opening of my house to the world. This makes my blog hallowed ground, no less hallowed than Gettysburg.

I don't think I'm going to transfer my complete AOL Journal here. I think I will just make a new start here and see where the experience takes me.

To all my AOL friends: please be patient with me. I'm slow to learn. HTML? What is that? This whole experience has been quite overwhelming. If you don't hear from me for a while, please understand I haven't forgotten you. It's just that I'm trying to find my way in new territory.

Also, I look forward to making new friends here at Blogger.

Please know that I cherish each and every comment and that your comments give me strength.

8 comments:

Virginia said...

Welcome to our brave new world!
There was a time that I didn't know what the internet was.... We all keep growing all the time. That is the nature of things, and with growth comes change.
Peace, Virginia
http://animalnaturespirits.blogspot.com/

www.courtenayphelan.com said...

You might want to contact Emma; she supplied me with a list to place on my journal of favorite sites and the knowledge of how to insert things here at Blogspot. She made it so simple.
emmapeel@airmail.net

ckays1967 said...

This too shall pass...

I like Blogspot better and had been thinking of moving for months, the only reason I did not was all my friends were at AOL. LOL I am happy for the move. Self serving, no?

I know it is painful but it will get better.

Nelle said...

What a perfect poem to describe all our feelings at having banners displayed. HTML codes are not that hard to learn. There are many tutorials you can do online. You already figured how to upload your pictures. WE are just expanding our internet horizons.

Gabreael said...

I really like the new look of this blog. A bit sad though leaving the J-Land community. But with change there is always growth.

Take Care,

Gabreael


http://gabreaelsbodymindandspirit.blogspot.com/

Vicky said...

What a beautiful poem, Theresa. I wish you well in your new home, and shall be visiting often, my dear. Hear's a little housewarming hug and kiss ((xox))

Love, Vicky

Gannet Girl said...

I love the poetry you are bringing to this crisis.

I'm finding the whole enterprise quite challenging, too. I can see it will take weeks and weeks, if not monrhs and months.

But there was a time when I didn't know how to do a single thing on the computer, and had to ask for help at the end of every little task. We will learn this, too!

TiAnKa said...

Saying goodbye to old ways is sometimes very sad and I know that it hurts a lot. Don't think of it as letting go of the old, but rather reaching forward for the new. Life is about changes and this my friend is good.

Your first piece artwork reminds me of a self-portrait that I created many years ago. Seeing the tears run from your eye, made me remember my own. What a powerful piece Theresa, very powerful!

I can't wait to see more of your work!

Hugs,

T

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