Good day world, How do you do? I have been indulging in some poetry and thought it a good idea to share the golden treasures which I have discovered. I trust you will take time to digest the text, take it in and feel inspired- Reading aloud is essential and of huge importance-refer back to my post on, ''Why should I read?''.
Every bit of reading done in English, exposes you to acquisition(the process of getting something...) of some kind.
Grammar in context, new vocabulary, perhaps a new phrase- a new thought, something to enlighten or brighten your day. Sub-conscious learning is inevitable with conscious decisions taken to assign time to reading even a short text aloud.
Happy Reading--------------->Give it a try, I dare you to read the text aloud- try differ your tone of voice as you read! Practice intoning by variation- try sounding sad, confused and then happy-----------> It is a great method :) Every language has it's own melody- we call this ''intonation.'' In English we have a rising and falling intonation. Book a lesson with me on the web-site for more information on how to intone correctly! :)
Tanglaw - Light:
Sometimes, I cannot help but sigh
and wonder--
wonder deep inside of me
whether I could ever be like you.
I riffle through the pages of my soul
and find a lot of them empty
Unlike yours, which seem to be bursting, blinding,
bursting, and still continuing to burst with brilliance...
So much so,
that your soul's light
has spread far and wide,
very much like sunlight's fingers
opening the morning sky curtains,
touching and warming
those who need it.
Tanglaw
Each step that you take,
each breath that you exhale,
each prayer that you whisper,
each beat of your heart
Tanglaw
I receive a smile,
and chat
with that man
who you've helped change...
Because of you,
the silent man now speaks, smiles.
You sit down to rest,
I see you talking to someone,
and I am almost fooled,
since you seem like old friends.
Because of you,
the lonely strangers become kindred.
It mystifies me sometimes,
of how you never seem to get tired.
It seems like I am the one who gets tired for you,
who gets worried for your own strength...
Then I see that glow from all around,
and I am reminded how you glean from this glow.
I see you as this beautiful ball of energy--
Never static,
bouncing from soul to soul,
illuminating parts of themselves
that even they never knew existed.
It is so amazing seeing this at work,
since the next thing I know,
the place is lit up,
Alive.
...and it is all because of you.
It makes me feel unworthy at times,
but oh how it also makes me feel so proud,
that I am a part of you,
and you are a part of me.
I have a lot of catching up to do,
since it seems I am light years from where you are
But I will try.
I will catch the tail end of your light,
clutch to it with my life, winding it around me,
let it embrace me--tight, so tight.
And I will never let it go. Never.
Until I also begin to glow.
Until I too, become that ball of light.
Hopefully when someone
riffles through the pages of my soul,
they will not find it blank,
but filled with gilt pages of light.
Just like yours.
Bursting and brilliant just like yours.
Tanglaw is pronounced "tang-lao"
Where I live, mothers are said to be the "light of the home"...
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