"...There may never be another opportunity For me to hear what you never intended to say."
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Spontaneity
my impulse to write
makes me incredibly late
But it is worth it.
I tap my fingers
to the 5 7 5 beat
and scribble it down.
Then glance at the time.
I've not a minute to waste
Leave now or get axed.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Palabra
They come to me you know. All at once. Like a vision. Like a picture of their meaning. And I pick from space and man-made eras, which would be the best to convey the pain and the anger and the betrayal and the peace and the glory and the visions and the visions and the visions never cease. Then. They. Hide. from me. They slip through my grasp. They elude me. They mock me from beyond the real. They melt away. And all I'm left with are the confusion and the anger and the trepidation and the insecurity and the guilt and the sin and no real way to convey the visions, always, there are visions... I hear the silence in my mind. I feel it in my core. When there is no escape. But I wait. I wait longer than others have the patience to wait for me. They grow tired of the anticipation. They grow resentful. And they leave. But like a faithful friend, my words come back to me. My words feel me reaching out for them. And with the gentlest of embraces, I press my cautious lips together and utter, my words.
Nothing to Say and Nowhere to Go
I'm struggling.
With no clear vision of what to say,
I'm left wondering if the words
Are purposefully delayed.
Not a writer of insta-prose,
My stanzas could use
A tad of inspiration
A tad of flare
A tad of direction
To God knows where.
And tippity tap
I rap
Tonight.
With no clear vision of what to say
Sitting here
Wondering if the words
Are purposefully delayed.
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Saturday, May 07, 2011
Dusk
The soft, blue-gray light,
The dappled light streaming through horizontal blinds
The imperfect light of which doth shine
Upon my book and unread lines.
The dappled light streaming through horizontal blinds
The imperfect light of which doth shine
Upon my book and unread lines.
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Update: Church Picnic
It went wonderfully! Everyone was so into the kickball game, and I think when everyone participating is really into winning it makes it that much more fun. Some of the funniest most amazing moments I've ever encountered happened during the kickball game.
Power slides to first base. Kicks that were to the stratosphere. Aerial feats of wonder in order get the out.
Amazing day.
Power slides to first base. Kicks that were to the stratosphere. Aerial feats of wonder in order get the out.
Amazing day.
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