Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Facing Pouring Rain

A Peck of

Dust always blowing about the town,

Except when sea-fog laid it down,

And I was one of the children told

Some of the blowing dust was gold.

All the dust the wind blew high

Appeared like gold in the sunset sky,

But I was one of the children told

Some of the dust was really gold.

Such was life in the Golden Gate:

Gold dusted all we drank and ate,

And I was one of the children told,

'We all must eat our peck of gold'.

You're rather innocent, and every cloud has a
silver lining for you. Even if things are going
really badly right now, they'll get better.
Believe it in your heart, and it'll come true!

What Robert Frost poem are you?
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I really "really" want to cry
I can hear this voice inside
This pleading voice is mine
I was tought that whenever I stumble I must rise and fight
Feel my way through darkness and continue till I find the light
I can feel the agonies of my heart
I just can not fall apart
Here I am
Standing firm
Listening to screams of pain
But...till the end, I wil face the pouring rain

coyright 2004, nasra al adawi
(published in "Within Myself: the willpower to live beyond cancer")


Blogger stella said...

A fitting poem for you as you put a touch of gold in all of your writings! Nice selection.

5:32 PM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

agree with stella, the poem fits you like a glove! :)
i like the strength in the one you have written too. :)

nasra, i don't have access to the net at home right now so am not able to do what u asked me to. i hope you are not angry with me.

4:50 AM  
Blogger Misreflection said...

Your poem is amazing, the will to go one, regardless.. fighting regardless after all what other choice is there apart from laying down and dying, but for some that choice simply can't be made.. I can identify, good one:-)

9:41 AM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

Brave girl. ^_^ The rain may drench you and turn your walk into a stagger, but onward still you go. Every step is a journey already won. I applaud your spirit. ^_^

11:03 AM  
Blogger Liquidplastic said...

Ahhh the storms of life. Nasra, the most wonderful thing in the world is to stop oneself from falling ... and finding gold in a pile of shit. You truly inspire me with your poetic expression, and your plight. I dare say, I understand.

12:05 PM  
Blogger Renee Wagemans said...

Nasra, this is beautiful
These words are so deep


1:06 AM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Poems and Writing

At times many things in life puts you down or it seems pluking your humaly feathers...holding you down from your destined flying journey..
At times you have no choice but to spread your wings and fly despite the pain of flying without the feathers I suppose..

No worries at all..Im happy that yu will do it...Let me know who you is the selected poet when you get the chance by e-mail...

5:15 AM  
Blogger Pallavi said...

Thats so strengethening.. yeah I believe in facing up to it.. all no matter what .. Hey thanks for passing by my blog.. :)

and here is what I am from the quiz.. :)
The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

7:44 AM  
Blogger Paul said...

Here's one in keeping with your post:

Nothing Gold Can Stay (R. Frost)

Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.

8:45 AM  
Blogger . : A : . said...


Thanks for the beautiful poem you left by my blog. Why don't you put it up here?

6:08 PM  
Blogger Lorena said...

very inspiring poetry to go with the amazing photograph.

also, lovely r.frost poem. i think it fits you perfectly.

6:46 PM  
Blogger neverendinglife said...

well written.Keep it up

12:09 AM  
Blogger Free Spirit said...

Beautiful and inspiring. I'll be back for more.

2:00 PM  
Blogger Jyotsna said...

this is beautiful!the way you have started the poem,had me reading it til the end with awe..! lots of strength,hope and power in this!

3:19 AM  
Blogger meetu said...

such smooth flawless words....

2:55 PM  
Anonymous silverMoon said...

Thank you for the stunning and encouraging words you have left on my blog. I don't have a new post up, but if you're interested in more poetry, there's 2 older poems , one called "Passages" and another. Please click on the category called poetry in my siebar list and you will see itif you scroll down. I welcome your input. You and other recent people who have generously given me feedback are inspiring this visual artist to write more. Thank you!

In your poem here about struggle and strength, the vulnerability and agony is still so poignant: "pouring rain" and repitition of such at begining and end + pleading voice.

People close to me have battled cancer........... Now I shall take the Frost quiz. I love "Stopping by the Woods on a SNowy Evening" and even moreso "The Road Not Taken"

12:57 AM  
Anonymous silverMoon said...

I enjoyed the quiz and always ponder at how the results are determined. I take the quizzes for fun. I wasn't surprised or disappoited to be "The Road Not Taken." Thx 4 posting the fun.

1:09 AM  
Blogger Paul said...

iamwondering where iamnasra went?

As long as we're still on your Frost post, the poem I happen to have on mine today was a take-off on "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."

10:54 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

A lovely Robert Frost poem it reminds me of being a child, it's the sort of poem my dad used to recite to me

Your poem is also poignant, I particularly like the immage of facing the pouring rain

12:39 PM  
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12:48 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

I have been away on 10 days trip to my hometown Dubai..I did not get a chance to check my website..but I was so touched to see new faces over here..thank you all for your kind comments...

12:55 PM  

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