I thought I’d seen so much Until I saw it all Used my youth as a crutch So my ignorance would not fall I never knew I never knew I never knew the world In its endless, infinite sprawl. Or So I thought... I knew everything, deep down Memories receded I’d seen life and love and truth In little moments, long retreated I never knew the dawn I never knew the night I never knew the happiness Of watching stars fade into sunlight But Now I Know… Swimming beneath the velvety black Dusk gives way to day Glimmering, burning, glistening jewels Fade in the sun’s first ray I never knew the dark I never knew the light I never knew the sunrise Until it made my follies die away And I Could See… Years are not what all men need To triumph in wisdom and relish in life For I am so young, and still I’ve seen my share of victory and strife I collected little moments I cached them in my thoughts I knew all that I needed to know An epiphany cut through me like a knife: Daybreak Dawn Twilight Night… All joy and wisdom and meaning comes from These shared experiences Of the human life
What is the meaning of life? I don’t know. Maybe happiness Love Success Charity Giving and taking Making something new Watching ideas grow Take shape Transcend space and time and your own life... I don’t know: I’m much too young, aren’t I? Why are we here? I don’t know. Maybe for a purpose Because life Evolved us into being A higher power A special role A calling A perfect passion designed for us Another worker bee in a Grand colony Just to be and live and exist.... I don’t know: I’m much too inexperienced, aren’t I? Who are you to give advice? I don’t know. Maybe just a girl Behind a computer Typing the thoughts in her brain Building worlds and characters into existence Right there On a little webpage With a blinking cursor Scrambling for inspiration Wracking my brain Make haste and write and build… I don’t know: I’m much too inarticulate, aren’t I? What do these questions have in common? I don’t know. Maybe they’re special Because everyone In the whole wide world Has a different answer to each A passion A calling A reason to be, Live and work and breathe… I don’t know: I’m much too young for this, aren’t I? What is the meaning of life? Maybe mine is To be happy To be a writer To make haste To create To love and to hate To exist in this cacophony and wait and simply be… I think so. Why are we here? Maybe I am here To be an archaeologist A microbiologist An author A soldier A researcher Historian Zoologist Astronomer To find my passion and explore the world and be fearless… I think so. Who am I to give advice? … I do know: I am just a girl. A speck in the infinite river of time One bright star in a never-ending sky An author A poet A musician I give my two cents on life and live and laugh, because... I do know something. I know myself. I’m a girl A speck A star in a beautiful, gem-studded sky I’m unique and wonderful and meant for great things... I know so.
The only infinity on this Earth is the infinity of the questions without answers.”-Autumn Brutyn
The River of Life
A poem by Autumn Brutyn
Sitting on the shore of the endless sea A question came on the wind to me A question so rhetorical, so subjective, so sweet, A question without an answer, forever incomplete Impossible to answer, and yet, it lingered on my thoughts: What can encompass life? Life, so complex, so filled with strife! A frog on the banks of a never-ending stream? One speck of dust in the golden sunbeam? No, not that, that’s not right. Because what of the endlessly multiplying people? Billions and billions, like rust spots on a steeple The infinite wisdom in a dragonfly’s eye? Each meaningless fleck of dirt in a rancid pigsty? No, not that, that’s not right. Because what of the young ones, the old, the bold? Each spirit, so unique, with hearts warm and cold… Can nothing emulate it, that tumultuous diversity? The way the Earth rumbles and shakes, all topsity-turvety? Maybe, maybe not, but one thing comes close. Because time will never cease to fly, I thought, just like the river chugging by The river, with its millions of glistening bubbles Bobbing and weaving, like children, no troubles The river, highway to the sea, comes close Because it ebbs and flows, angry before it calms, Has droughts and floods and never-ending qualms Pebbles shift and change, silt travels downstream Just like humanity, restless in their dream That river, roiling and bubbling, comes close Because... Life is imperfect Life is diverse Troubled Beautiful Never a curse Life is drowning Life is sweet Hopeful Dismal Take it from me: There never has been, and never will be, one true answer Life’s secrets are elusive, captivating, like a masked dancer But if you seek an answer, please, hear my plea: Turn to the river! The water! The path to the sea Because the river, To the sea Comes close
Beautiful dog Dopey smile Lolling tongue Wagging tail Candy dog Chocolate fur Caramel eyes Taffy tongue Feisty dog Wrecked tennis ball Rooted-up yard Snappy bark Clumsy dog Strewn-out toys Bulky hips Awkward paws Quick dog Pulsing heart Sleek build Lightning legs Lazy dog Sleepy evenings Sluggish movements Snoring nose Hungry dog Expectant beg Dripping drool Shredded bone Same dog In every view You can’t have just one Because all their love is for you
Midnight lily blooms Flowers lustrous, blooming, sweet Shy, afraid of day Beautiful blossom Afraid to show her glory What are you scared of? Frightened of the sun? Scared your beauty will outshine The red daylight rose? Midnight lily, shine! Dare to bloom, under the sun... Show the world your worth Petal, blossom wide Throw your colors to the sky Life is yours to take Dwelling in moonlight Hide away beneath the stars Tantalizing grace Midnight lily blooms Ready to show her beauty Envy of the rose Pride of the garden Beautiful both night and day Midnight lily shines
Cursor blinking furiously against the white.
I’ve been at this all night.
The unfilled space is ominously bright.
Not enough ideas to start this out right!
Tick… tock… tick… tock.
Deadline drawing nearer:
Thoughts aren’t any clearer.
Tick… tock… tick… tock.
A bell chimes the hour, I’m weak in the knees.
I stare at nothingness, slamming the keys.
The clock insists, but I’m trapped in writer’s block.
I can’t seem to think.
Every word or phrase I’ve ever heard, entirely down the sink.
Blinking black line.
Begging for some words to write, I have to decline.
Write it down!
The sheet insists, but my brain is out of town.
Time is marching on,
Grades and fans will be up and gone.
Inspiration is sparse.
How can I be a writer if I can’t write for arse?
Push those keys!
The screen insists, but my ideas are on the breeze.
Let’s turn this spark into a flame!
At least I’m in a better state…
The people insist, but I’m tired to my core.
The blank page stares me down.
I feel like such a clown…
Titles evade me.
Should I take a break? Would that just be lazy?
The stress is mounting, I can’t take it anymore.
Backspace it all, too late.
The true treasure of man.
People search their lives for the key to it,
Desperately looking for some big secret.
But they will never find it, though they try with all their power.
The harder they search, the further it slips away,
Like grappling for soap in a hot shower,
Getting more out of reach with each futile day.
Why? It’s simple.
There is no real key.
Happiness lies in the little things.
The more you look for it, the less you see
Happiness is fuzzy socks on a cold day,
it is the warmth of the hearth on Christmas night.
Happiness is the wind in your hair as you whip down a
Rollercoaster, exhilarated and screaming with joy and fright.
Happiness is the beautiful, echoing note singing out of a french horn.
Sweet and pure, so dainty! Like a rose without a thorn.
You can feel it in the tide that laps against your toes,
You can smell it in the breeze that brings sea salt to your nose!
Happiness is inside jokes with a friend,
Laughter that never seems to end.
Happiness is the brilliant blue expanse of summer sky,
Laying on your back watching clouds drift by.
Happiness is the sugary, mouthwatering cookie dough
As you lick it from the spoon, laughing at the warning with a defiant glow.
Happiness is singing your heart out to a song,
Dancing around the room, feeling so free,
So deliriously joyful that your heart just might burst
As you hit the perfect note while you sing along.
That golden glow of happiness that we crave so dearly
Is found not by one specific thing,
But by all the little moments that clearly
Make life worth living.
In the spirit of April, the poetry celebration month, this is another poem I wrote for English class that I think is thought provoking and really makes you think about everyday things.
A house is just a house- A poem by Autumn Brutyn
A house is just a house.
Each wall is simply wood,
The roof is but a scrawny slab of shingles.
A house is just a house.
Or is it?
Have you ever given a second thought
To the railing on the stairs?
It helps you when you’re weak,
But you don’t do the same.
It supports you on your rise,
Helps you all the way…
Yet you don’t do the same.
And when you reach the top,
Reach your destination,
The place where it worked so hard to get you,
You let go.
It’s just not useful anymore… so you let go.
Discard it thoughtlessly, everyday.
Abandon that rail when it helped you so much.
Have you ever given it a second thought?
No, you haven’t, have you?
When a light bulb gets dim, you don’t
Give it any light, you don’t fix it!
No, you throw it away.
Simply because it lacked light.
After all it had illuminated,
It lives in the trash.
All because it was dim that one day.
When you’re depressed, or dull,
Do we throw you in the trash?
No, we don’t!
It’s different, you say,
But is it really?
A house is just a house.
The stairs are just a structure,
A light is just a light,
The rail is simply wood.
A house is just a house.
Or is it?
This week, I was inspired to change it up a little bit and post a poem instead of the usual fictional piece because of the poetry unit we are doing in ELA. In English, summer soiree translates to summer evening, and I wanted to represent my vision of a warm, late summer night when the world is on the cusp of autumn.
Summer soiree by Autumn Brutyn
The sun sets over the world
Illuminating the land in a golden glow
Beams of light receding,
Welcoming the shadows of night.
As the moon descends from heaven,
A pale and milky white,
And drenches the sky in moonlight,
Upon this summer night.
An eagle watches from a far up branch,
Surveying the rolling lands
A sea of trees with yellowing leaves
Heavenly and serene upon the gnarled branch he stands.
How could such an ugly color
Give way to brilliant gold?
How can such a grotesque, rotting yellow,
Hold orange and fiery crimsons untold?
Each baring branch claws the sky,
Bathed in silver light,
Each blade of grass glimmers with dew,
The world shines with moonbeams
Descending from the sky.
Feathers ruffle in the breeze,
Gazing out to the sparkling sea
A distant wave crashes,
A cry out to the land.
Sand glimmers gold in the sweet shining light
A symphony of sounds whisper on the wind
Tides pounding the shore, a canary’s lovestruck song,
Melancholy gales howl through the trees
Yet the eagle still stands strong.
Summer soiree, the moon is shining bright
Summer evening, autumn creeps through the world
Summer soiree, an eagle surveys the night
Beautiful starlight as the dark gives way to day,
The gorgeous, gleaming colors
Soft wind blows over
Heaven on earth, the perfect