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Welcome to my little blog! If anything, I hope you can just enjoy the mood here. Relax and peruse my work. To the right are links that will take you to my different pages for poetry, photography, etc. Or you can scroll down and just see what has been recently posted.  I recommend the poetry. :P I'll try to put more up soon!

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Here's to being up close and personal.

An Endearing Perspective

Have you ever seen some isolated, odd looking object and identified with it? Here are a few pictures of some of those endearing, lone souls.

 

Path's less traveled by

Perhaps it's just due to dear Mr. Frost's poem, but I find the sight of pathways so picturesque, beautiful, and mysterious in some way--as if hiding some hidden story of those who passed their way. So here are a few simple paths that sparked my curiosity. I find them beautiful in their imaginative possibilities. They make me want to create some romantic tale about walking through them.

~Taken by Tricia Foster in October of 2007

Trees

I won't pretend to know any technique, I just enjoy capturing beauty and find it another form of expression.

I absolutely love nature--but especially trees and leaves. This is one of my favorite pictures I have taken (as shown all over my blog). As I was walking by this scene, the way the sun hit the leaves and the way they just glowed simply took my breath away.

Like I said, I love trees. This line up of trees just seemed so majestic to me. It reminded me of something you'd see in a Jane Austen film. I walked by these trees and just had so much respect for them. It was the end of winter and they had let out their leaves and were playing with the wind.

And Then One Day I Sang A Song

I wrote this poem almost eight years following, and really as a response to, the previous poem, "Expression." This poem is about how I communicate emotion through singing. It's not about the words I sing, just pure emotional expression.

And Then One Day I Sang A Song

And then one day I sang a song

When it rose and fell, it brought me along

I felt its pain, touched its sorrow

It gave me something I had to borrow.

It gave me new voice; It gave me a choice;

It gave me a way to cry out and rejoice.

For a few moments I borrowed its power.

For a few moments I basked in this shower.

I could express! I could tell my story!

I could express through my voice my soul’s utmost glory!

For years before

I had used my voice

Picking each word

And hating each choice.

In different words, through a different façade,

I told the world how I felt about God.

I told the world how I felt about me.

I told the world what I wish'd there could be.

I finally cried about my broken heart.

I finally screamed about my unseen part.

I couldn’t contain this explosion within!

I didn’t have to--I didn't have to hold it in!

So I let it out! I just let it soar out!

I opened my mouth and let my whole heart out!

And my entire being sighed, and released.

It completely let go all that aching and grief.

And I felt lighter, and brighter, and firm and free.

I no longer cared what happened to me.

Because I felt peace. I calmed my sea.

For once I saw what I never could see.

That I can be healed--but I have to allow it.

Being tough’s not the way to go about it.

Holding it in didn't make me a saint,

Nor make me feel strong--it made me feel feint.

I became over-full, and when bumped, I spilled over

I struggled with balance, and soon- turned colder.

So I finished my song,

And I looked at my soul,

And I knew I was new,

I knew I was strong.

So I'll sing out my hurts, whenever I need

They accumulate quickly, but I can proceed.

For I have found a way to truly express;

There is a way to completely address

My own confusion, my love, and my pain.

No longer expression can ever I blame.

~Tricia Foster December 2010

Expression

I feel this is the perfect poem to start with. I had it in mind as I created this blog, so I have to put it up first. I wrote this poem back in High School, so it may be slightly juvenile. I was very social in high school, but I kept everything in.

Expression

What can you say when words can't explain
     Could you describe the glory, the pain?
When the failure of language cannot comprehend,
     Could expression describe the message to send?

An expression will often fall short or mislead,
      So how could one tell which message to read?
No bodily motion could ever achieve,
     The feelings your heart aches to relieve.

If expression and words don't reach their design
     And communication will choose to confine,
Don't attempt to express what you cannot say
     For deep inside these emotions must stay.


~Tricia Foster 2003