Purple covers daisies White fights back "Oh, to be seen..." the daisies whisper, back of the hand to their petal foreheads they recline, fading...
I sigh. I may find I love it.
Friendship's beginnings at Goodwill, Northwest. Hands clasped and voice rejoiced, "PERFECT!" crafted, I imagine, at last generation's wood shop. A couple coats of 70's era colors and I may find I love it
daisies and used nightly onstage to bring a more than slightly crazed loving much psychologist to life now, the 70's yellow and orange turns pale purple I may find I love it
Still wet, I write into the what was knowing one student's A- or B+ project will once more be well loved, so its hoped, help ideas spring to life between blue lines I may find I love it
Splash itself into word docs and powerpoints Blogs or scripts and books or poemsa and perhaps just perhaps come back to life on stage once again
Breakfast of the future calls me from the keyboard "Love smells like us!" they sing - my hands are heated by the sizzle pancakes and morning have risen
I am reviewing poetry from 2009 as I embark on a project and found this poem from January and wondered, again... this time, "Do you ever wonder this, too?" and "What do you think when you wonder this?"
What is it like?
I see one young woman and I wonder....
What is it like to wear her body?
Is she confident in its movement?
Her shirt says no fear her stride says "here I am!"
It is intriguing to me how often the 3WW prompts turn into story telling about "fictional" characters or people in the news. Today, an elderly woman appeared from the three words Thom laid out on our writing table:
Shuffle, Pander, Advance
Today, please welcome -
MAMIE
If a shufflewas a waltz This unique dance was Mamie's walk She, who never let her advancing age stop her joy from escaping from her face or her feet or her voice She, who never pandered to the condescending advertising for the aged or the bad mannered average joes and janes who surrounded her on the bus Mamie waltzed, sang and painted so far beyond them, they couldn't translate the advanced wonder she was especially that November day She, suddenly went silent Mamie, who had always, until that moment, been purely above perfunctory now stayed still, separate alone ~ behind the prison of her glassy eyes which no one had learned how to enter without an invitation ~
Productive bliss on A gloomy and a windy day Words flow from my heart
Today's poem was prompted from Keith Rambling's Carry on Tuesday. It is the most concise poem I have ever written for Carry on Tuesday. The entire prompt was used in the second line of this haiku and is the opening line of George MacDonald’s extremely long poem "A Book of Dreams Part 111."
Yesterday my life was changed by a girl I have never met. Her name is Anita. She is a brave girl from India who is a world-changer. I wish I could be more like her - so today, I am sharing one of my gifts with you as a way to let you know about the 600,000 girls like Anita across the developing world who are waiting to join the legions of world leaders like Anita, like You... like Me.
Today, I wrote a poem. My dare to you (and to myself) is to live the poem, today.
Listen to me reading you the poem here or simply read on your own:
Dare
Dare to see
the answer
in this girl's eyes
and in your eyes
touch it in the wind that
connects you
Dare to feel
the simplicity
of the movement
of your hand to
your craft, your mind
to her message
your productivity
meeting in the channel
of "Yes, I accept
your dare" coursing
collectively here
there now
Dare to hear
how related you are
dive into the darkness
of her eyes, accept
the penetrating darts
of your life force
and her life force
becoming our
force for change
Dare to proclaim
"Our force is for a greater
world dynamic than is
here right now!"
Dare to insist
to share to
live the reality -
the answer is
in her eyes
in your eyes
in her hands
in your hands
in her feet
in your feet
in her learning
in your learning
in your giving
in her receiving
in her giving
and in your receiving
Dare to turn again -
together only
to discover
Your eyes are her eyes
Your hands are her hands
Her feet are your feet
Her learning, your giving
Her receiving, your turning
right here
right now
is the answer
is the response
to the dare
right here
right now
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Bloggers across the world are gathering to celebrate International Children's Day on November 20 while changing the world for 600 Million Adolescent Girls by raising awareness and funds for The Girl Effect thanks to the inspirational work from Tara Sophia Mohr.
I wrote a poem earlier today for the BigTentPoetry Cascade poem prompt. It was decent... I liked it... but I felt the form called to metrical verse so I scribed this one. Quickly. Could use some reworking (and I will) but for now... here you are...
