Sunday, September 9, 2012

Rituals

There's comfort in the rituals
That rope us to repeating patterns.
Same snooze button, same cup, same coffee,
I passed that building today and yesterday,
And the day before,
With the same thought looping through my mind.

Tiring of the same, I revolt,
Eager to step outside my role.
Yet, even when I abandon the inner circle,
The rituals come with me.
The coffee cup must follow me relentlessly
To any foreign land or domicile,
And while I am deep walking in newness,
The building that I used to pass each day
Loops again through my mind
To comfort me.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Further In

“Further up and further in.”
The place where I began is not the place I will end.
I started as one who had nothing, willing, but not able.
In a dream, in a vision, He came to me;
By night, He sang to me of His love, His home.
I asked Him for mercy, and He made his dwelling in me.
But my dwelling place fades as a blade of grass, and thus
I must travel to His.

He said “Further up and further in,”
And so I chase the God who made me
Into the shadows, across shaky ground, and
Over hills that hinder sight of my destination.
Never can I stop to build a home here;
Always I must move ahead to some other place.

I ache for you, my home, I ache for you!
My hands, my feet, my heart, these are real,
But not as really real as what lies far ahead.
Stepping onward, I dislodge all that holds me here,
And follow, “further up and further in.”

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Teaching

School starts tomorrow. Need I say more?

This is actually the most prepared and least nervous I have felt on the night before the first day. I hope that is a sign of good things to come.

A teacher friend told me not to quit teaching until I have taught for five years. Then, he said, I would be able to truly judge whether I like it or not. And now, here I am on my fifth year!

I would write more, but in the spirit of procrastination, I have left work for myself to do that I must get done tonight.

Good night!

Sunday, August 12, 2012

The Wide-Eyed Innocent

I like to play the part
Of the wide-eyed innocent.

I cut off the cynical
Voice that commentates through
Every situation with the kindness of
A jilted girlfriend.
I drown the mouth that punishes,
Shooting barbs cloaked
In marshmallows.
I stuff the third ear,
The ear that only hears snakes
Hissing in the symphony:
Then I am ready.

A caution to you
If your aspirations ask for acting
The part of
The wide-eyed innocent, it
Is played best when,
In your heart, that's what
You really are.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

My Excuse

I'm really really tired tonight. Tired the sum of a two-day trip to Oklahoma plus a one-day trip to southern Arkansas all within a four-day period. That's why I'm not posting a poem. Maybe tomorrow?

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Road Trip


Sweet Baby James,
Ray, you and me,
Traveling fast,
Talking faster.
Young and impatient,
Traveling fast, but still
Traveling far enough to find
Where the words end.
The words went up, down, under, and through,
Rolled out like dice on a table.
Grabbed up, dumped in a cup,
Shake, shake, shake, ro-o-oll...
Until all the combinations of word were spilled,
Then there was silence like eating powdered donuts
With you, me, Ray,
And Sweet Baby James.

Photo from http://www.gribblenation.com/flpics/vintage/

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Temporary Format Change

Well, folks, if you are interested to know, I recently returned from a vacation in Paris. Yes, and I'm not trying to brag or make you feel bad about your life at all. Promise.

Anyway, on said vacation, I took several pictures. Three hundred and sixty-seven pictures, to be exact, not counting the ones I deleted because they were blurry or sideways or otherwise unacceptable.

I did not write any poetry in France. Since I was trying to absorb the French words and become accustomed to the French accent, my usual English word play took a back seat. French in, English out. (You know, it's funny that I even found myself copying the French way of using English.)

Thus and therefore, there is no poetry this week. Instead I am posting photos. Fortunately for both of us, I am not posting all 367. You may thank me in the comments.



The Arc De Triomphe. I walked down the Champ De Elysees toward this arch, thinking that it was very near because I could see it. I didn't realize that it only seemed near because it was gigantic!


The Eiffel Tower as seen from the aquarium park across the river.


The Eiffel Tower as seen from the terrace of my hotel (The Holiday Inn, Paris).


Yes, it's moi, on the terrace. French people are very accommodating to tourists who want their picture taken.


What I saw through the fence at Luxembourg Garden. I think it might be a mosque.


The model version of the Statue of Liberty that is in the Luxembourg Garden. The sun was helpfully near the torch and I didn't have to contort myself TOO much to get this photo.


 Pickup basketball in Luxembourg Garden. Here we have the French Michael Jordan.


 Notre Dame is such an amazing building.


 Here you can see the famous flying buttresses of Notre Dame.


The Louvre.


 The Louvre (so big that you can't get it all in one photo).


I can understand why the Eiffel Tower is photographed so often. It's hard to take a bad photo of it. I'm in awe of how such a large structure can appear so graceful and light.


A view of the Seine from the second level of the Eiffel Tower.


I visited Pere Lachaise Cemetery, only because I like cemeteries. I was not disappointed by this one.


World War II concentration camp victim memorial. There were several of these in the cemetery. Standing there, I felt an overwhelming sadness, almost to tears. It's hard for me to comprehend how incredibly cruel humans can be to each other.


The Hotel De Ville


A bridge across the Seine. You can see from my photos that I like to include as much of the sky as possible.


 I can't even remember what building this is, but I like the photo.


 Parisians dress to impress. I was impressed. Look at those heels!


A delayed plane allowed me to stay the night in Montreal courtesy of Air Canada. I even had time to visit the downtown area, plus I didn't have to go alone because I ran into another hotel guest who was also going downtown. Similar to Paris, they have outdoor art and ornate buildings. But you can also see a more modern influence in the art, like this piece of art. From the side it appears to be a jumble of letters on poles...


but if you look from a viewing stage, you see the letters spell out a phrase in French. My rough translation (helped by a kind passer-by) is "We believe that our differences don't divide, but enrich us."

I think that makes a good ending for this post. Wherever I travel, I meet people who are like me. Maybe we speak different languages, maybe our noses are different shapes, and maybe we have different political views, but as I communicate with these different people, I realize that at the core there is no difference.