I am not impressed with this piece of poetry.
edit: I'm putting it behind a cut. It's too long.
( Stopping Along the Way )I know that poetry is very much a personal taste issue. And for some reason, while I like the subject and story in the poem, I'm turned off by it's length, the number of words used (which seem excessive to me) and I'm not crazy about the style. But it bothers me that this bothers me, because this is very similar to MY style. I do try to be condensed and get the most use from each word. And I do try to avoid extensive length, and starting sentences at the end of a line. For some reason that gripes my ass.
So I'm posting a poem I don't really like, because ... Well I don't know why.
My daughter was given an assignment in school, to write her own "Where I'm From" poem in the style of George Ella Lyons. Sound familiar? Here's my concoction.
And here is hers. I'm terribly proud of her.
Another in the style of The Spoon River Anthology. Brent suggested this one, and it's taken me quite a while to write it. Once I started googling, the words became clear.
My yahoo poetry group provided this prompt last Friday and I have very much enjoyed filling in the blanks and learning about myself.
Thus I am posting it here, and inviting each of you to give it a shot. You certainly don't have to be a writer or poet to complete this meme! It's a lot of fun, so give it a shot and maybe even post the results on your own journal. Or just share them here in comments.
"If you don't know where you're from, you'll have a hard time saying where you're going." Wendell Berry
( My personal concoction.... )
Ruinous and wrong.
You will be battered
Bruised and broken.
Your heart in pieces
Like some song
That makes you roll your eyes
And change the station.
You don’t learn
You must be loved badly
To love well.
I went to this website to see these temporary tattoos and found so damned many things that are cool, I've wasted probably 30 minutes looking. I'd give you links, but there's just too much. Go there. See for yourself. Holly, they have pink kitchen ware!
There was a rummage sale here at the office today to provide funds for our office sports teams. I am a scavenger at heart, so I couldn't pass it up. I almost ALWAYS find something at these sales. Got Scarlett a couple of shirts, books, a table top grill, etc. I will set up my patio furniture some time this week, and perhaps then I will be a little happier and more relaxed. Unfinished business at my home is definitely one thing that induces my tension.
Changing Scarlett's medicine is inducing tension as well. She is much more sparkling, but she's also belligerent, unable to stay on task, prone to throwing herself on the floor or making a simple slip into a huge falling production, complete with screams and moans. She often refuses several times to do what I ask until I've escalated to screaming and pulling her by the arm to the place she needs to be. She sneaks and calls people when she's supposed to be doing chores. She does her chores half-assed, and has to repeat them while crying and cursing me. I don't know how much of this is standard behavior that's been squelched by her previous medication, how much of it is her attempt to get the most out of the change of meds by making things appear worse than they are, and how much is my inability to cope with a flighty, talkative, oppositional child. Being in pain, even when it's mild pain, makes everything else more difficult.
I'm going to a poetry group meeting tonight. I forgot my notebook AND my bound book, so I have nothing to share. Maybe I'll print out a few things from here. That's an idea I hadn't considered.
I think that's all. I'm going to try and do some more work. Ciao bebbehs.
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What struck me about the encounter, which was merely our eyes meeting as we passed - I no longer feel the need to reach out to every man I pass in the hopes that he is the man. I searched most my life for the man, and I've been so hurt and disappointed in that search.
I don't want the man any more. I want the one I have. I've never felt like that - just plain satisfied. I'm no longer a huntress, and it feels good.
To continue with my liberal train of thought, here's a poem from the most recently named United States Poet Laureate, Charles Simic:
Eyes Fastened With Pins
by Charles Simic
How much death works,
No one knows what a long
Day he puts in. The little
Wife always alone
Ironing death's laundry.
The beautiful daughters
Setting death's supper table.
The neighbors playing
Pinochle in the backyard
Or just sitting on the steps
Drinking beer. Death,
Meanwhile, in a strange
Part of town looking for
Someone with a bad cough,
But the address somehow wrong,
Even death can't figure it out
Among all the locked doors...
And the rain beginning to fall.
Long windy night ahead.
Death with not even a newspaper
To cover his head, not even
A dime to call the one pining away,
Undressing slowly, sleepily,
And stretching naked
On death's side of the bed.
I like his imagery. How is this liberal? Well my dad says the Pulitzer Prize is a piece of crap awarded to liberal media like the New York Times for stories slamming our government. Mr. Simic is a Pulitzer Prize winner for his poetry. Since I find myself envying Jhumpa Lahiri her Prize for her short stories, it stands to reason I'd aspire to such. Thus, liberal, no?
Little girl outside
Rustling my trees
Rattling my window
Sobbing against my wall
Like she lost her mama
I open the window
Let her in
Caressing my cheek
With the crazy-girl
Chasing her shadow
Cross the ceiling
She rushes down the hall
To the out-door
Leaving spring grass scent behind
Chimes sing outside when
the wind moans
sighing down the ravine
returning to howl
against the brick
like a little girl
who broke mama's grip
I open the window
and let her in
And the cats search the ceiling
for the crazy-girl
I let lace sheers
veil my hair
as she rushes past
caressing my cheek
in her gratitude
leaving me grass scent
as she hurries down the hall
to find the out-door.
Warm and sunny one day, cold the next
The tulips nod at snow
The pansies smile at frost
I grumble about losing
my right to bare arms.
But I feel no rush for May
April will delight again
Warm rain is on the way.
- Little things are getting to me today.
All piled up in heaps
like orange ladybugs
in the corners of my mind's windowsills.
I've been bitter and biting
and sullen and angry since lunch,
with no hope of reprieve
- until I read someone else's tale of woe.
Mine's not quite so bad in comparision,
and I began to reconstruct my philosophy.When stressed, we can do one of two things:
we can laugh at the ignorance that surrounds us,
or we can weep for the lack of a banjo soundtrack.
- Why does man love rules?
Why does mankind crave structure?
From time out of mind man has fought
the confinement imposed
by another man.
When will we heed
the rebels in our midst?
Why can't we just
And let be?
Love is the lesson
this earth is given.
Practice with me.
blue_leaf I've been reading your Yahoo 360 blog, and enjoying it very much. Why can't people understand that Brahma is Yahweh and Allah? So many Christian teachings put fear inside a person, fear that if you say one name instead of another you'll burn with eternal damnation. There is a holy mystery within Christianity - more accurately within God-knowledge - The Creator loves the whole world, and wants the whole world to know Him. Yet there have been millions upon millions of persons who have never heard the Western Word of God. Was God willing to create those beautiful peoples and sacrifice them to their own ignorance? How can that be love? Wouldn't love give them God-knowledge in a way that they could comprehend? I want to believe that my God would.
This week I've seen analyses of the Protestant belief system that has put disappointment in my heart. Christianity has hurt so many people. Other belief systems have hurt untold millions as well. But because we live in a country that is primarily Protestant, that was the belief system which hurt this person. What are my countrymen doing? Why are they so passionate about war and hatred? Where have these "norms" come from?
They aren't learning love. And I still believe that is what we are hear to learn.
Television eye strain
CNN news brain drain
the car won't go?
I'd rather know
the words that flow.
is not my thing
makes you think
for words that link.
And that is a good thing. (tm)
Boring quiet day. Managed to intercept a few temper tantrums this evening at home, which was wonderful. Read to her from the journal I began when I learned I was pregnant. She's enjoying that very much, and so am I.
We watched NOVA last night, all about cuttlefish. They are such amazing creatures! Remarkably intelligent, devious, beautiful. Just incredible.
When I told Brent last night that we were missing Idol in order to watch NOVA, it just melted his cold little heart. He's missed two days of work so far this week, fighting another bout of heavy drinking. Lots of talk tonight about what he needs to do, and how his brokenness is fixable. He's so pitiful.
I'm tired, and disappointed that Tony Bennett didn't sing on Idol tonight. What a crappy substitute, off-key and smarmy. Where the hell is Connick, Jr. when we need him? *deep breath while imagining Connick in jeans and no shoes* *shudder*
Anyway, as long as Melinda remains, the show has some hope. The sooner they get rid of Sanjaya the better - who the fuck is letting these 12 year old girls vote?? Somebody ought to take away their cell phones!
A Woman's Perogative
It's a woman's perogative
to change her mind
Fractious, facetious and fey
But capricious whim
is not quite what you'll find
looking back at the end of the day.
A woman considers
each possible choice
and many seem likely or wise.
It's thinking too much
that brings multiple voice
when she morphs 'til she's unrecognized.
So give pause and ponder
her next change of thought
consider how she has arrived
at the change of decision
situation has wrought
and the mental gymnastics survived.
I NEVER rhyme. Damn.