Before I go down to the river
Lend me your hand
So I can understand how
The way your veins run with blood
And how the water runs over rocks
Are the same
Brooke Louvier
brookelouvier
I am Brooke Gale Louvier. I grew up in New Hampshire but I’ve called Texas home for the last 13 years. I am married to an amazing man, and we had a beautiful baby girl June ’14. I write. I believe in the importance of telling stories. I write poetry as an attempt to see the redemption and beauty all around me, and to do my best to capture it, my “feeble attempt to express in inexpressible.” whereas the truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts of his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars…” -Gustave Flaubert
8 am
The sky is bleeding today
It’s a comfort to say the least
Less I run out of words to say
The idea that I can change the world
Feels old and retired
Feeble and expired
Coddled up next to dreams
Barely holding on by life support
Beside kin argues whether to pull the plug
And I am forced to choose
Do I stay or do I know?
Do I leave it all behind in my mind?
Refuse and waste
Allowing practicality to govern
I’ve Never Done a Marathon In My Life
I need a creative challenge. I used to write poetry all the time, but I’ve been in a rut lately, sitting around waiting for my “muse.” I decided to start with the half-marathon and see how it goes, and maybe I’ll do the full thing next year. 🙂