Voicing the Lies

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Day 6 of All the Things I Wish I Had Said (While You Were Still Here)
Today’s Prompt is to write a poem in which every line is a lie.  Hmmm.

The Lie

Nothing you can ever do will make a difference.
Your voice is too small to be heard.
Love is not the answer.

Throw money at the problem–that will solve it.
You cannot succeed, so don’t try.
It’s just not worth it.

The world around you is a hostile place.
Everyone else is out to get you.
You have to go it alone.

Gratitude List:
1. Signs and wonders
2. Shine and sparkle
3. Resolve and grit
4. Hope and anticipation
5. The renewing process of breathing.  In. Out. In. Out.

May we walk in Beauty.

Swimming in Semiotics

Love is Stronger

From the Facebook Page of Mykal Slack.

Poem for today and for yesterday:

Oh give me the words
to make a gentle nest–words
that harbor and heal.

Gratitude List:
1. Words.  Metonymics, semiotics, heteroglossia, chronotope. . .  I am at a Teachers as Scholars conference at Messiah College.  Loving the words.
2. Two crows conferring in a yellow field
3. The perfect V of geese along the highway
4. The helpers.  Look for the helpers, says Mr. Rogers
5. All the healing things: words, laughter, hugs, glances, touch

May we walk in Beauty!

Watching and Being Watched

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I came across these old photos yesterday, three random photos of different years tucked together into an envelope. Top: 2000, Middle: 2014, Bottom: 2006 (Bumblebee boots).

Day 4 of All the Things I Wish I Had Said (While You Were Still Here)
The Prompt is to write a couplet.  I am balking, but perhaps I should try.
***
Like a great oak tree, within your leafy heart
I see how you protectively conceal
your secret griefs. You stand apart
and only partially reveal

the aches and losses that have brought you low.
Be strong, my friend.  Some day you’ll let them go.
***

It’s hard to put things into rhyme, but satisfying, too.  I couldn’t find my way to a couplet until I hit those last two lines, and I feel as though the poem sounds more like an accusation than it is intended.  It is meant to be simply a way of saying, “I see that you are carrying your past pain with great determination.”  At first, I typed: “the aches and losses that have brought you down. / You wear them like a martyr’s crown,” which I think is poetically stronger than this, but it didn’t say what I wanted to say at all.

I want to keep working with couplets and rhymes.  I do not usually actively rhyme in my poetry, but I try to pay attention to the internal assonance and consonance within the lines, and trying to form a poem around a rhyme is a helpful exercise. I think it opens new processing pathways in the brain.

Gratitude List:
1. (Who did you see?) That soft-eyed curious doe who stood on Oriole Bluff behind the house and watched us watching her through the dining room window.  We did not climb the hill to see, but I have a hunch that she may have hidden a dappled child of shadow in the tall grasses up there.
2. (What was magical?) Fireflies like sparks, like stars, twinkling all around us.
3. (What was satisfying?) Making fire with the children, roasting marshmallows and hot dogs.  (This was the first that I have really craved meat in the past year, but Jon had bought some vegetarian “sausages” that were mostly sufficient to the moment.)
4. (What is energizing?) I will be finished with my grading by the evening.  It was hard, so hard, to get into it yesterday, and I fought it off by organizing papers and stacks from the year.  And now, those stacks are organized, and I am also almost finished with the grades.
5. (What do you anticipate?) Continuing to find the rhythms of summer.  I have a Teachers as Scholars seminar at Messiah College this week, so I cannot quite set up the new patterns, but I want to give parts of each day to preparing for the fall and to working on some writing projects.

May we walk in Beauty!

The Doorway Out is the Doorway In

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Collage by Sato Masahiro, also known as Q-ta.

Today’s poem is to be an ekphrastic poem.  I love the play between word and image.  For the image, I found a perfect collage by Q-ta. I think I will try to work on my own collage techniques this summer.

Day 3 of All the Things I Wish I Had Said (While You Were Still Here)

The Doorway Out is the Doorway In

You will come to many doorways.
Seek the ones that open inward,
the ones that take you in and down.

Always seek the road with wonder
in your heart, in your hands. Wander
freely through the hallways and the tunnels.

Be both polite and firm with everyone
that you encounter. Within these passages,
they will be mirrors and reflections.

Look for the landmarks, the shining pebbles
that glow in the darkness, the typical turns
that remind you of turns you have taken before.

Stay with the story as it unfolds within you,
finding new doorways and passages inward.
Make up new words for the forces you find.

Do not be frightened of losing your way.
Getting lost here is the way to be found.
The doorway is out is the doorway in.

Gratitude List:
1. Time: Keeping time, watching time, measuring time, how the concept of time is bound up with the concept of space
2. History: How a place gathers its history around it–that way people do, too, taking on the aura and the shape of what has been
3. Conductors and Historians: People who search out the stories and keep track of the past, who share it eagerly.  When the Columbia Trolley stopped yesterday to pick us up, I had a sudden odd and delightful sense that we were prey and the historians on the trolley were hunters, happy to have new people to tell the stories to.  We happily obliged.
4. Endings, which carry in them the seeds of new beginnings
5. Beginnings

May we walk in Beauty!

All the Things I Wish I Had Said

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I am using the Curtis Memorial Library Prompt List for a series of morning exercises.  After yesterday’s Abecedarian poem, I began thinking about how I wish I could have given it to some of my students this past semester.  I think the next set of poems I am writing might be:
All the Things I Wish I Had Said (While You Were Still Here)

Courage
An Acrostic Poem

Can you feel how it fills you
once you offer it that space
underneath your ribs?
Remember: You can do this.
After all you have been through,
give yourself this breath, and this one.
Each one will offer you space for another.

Gratitude List:
1. (What gives you strength?) Finding new summer rhythms–more writing, more reading, more yoga.
2. (What opens your heart?) The way that people listen to each other
3. (What refuels you?) Sleep–the summer sleep is returning
4. (What gives you energy?) A clean house
5. (What makes you more completely human?) Stories

May we walk in Beauty!

Abecedarian

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An Abecedarian Poem
for some young people I know

Always give Love the last word: You
belong here, you have a place here.
Carry that awareness inside,
deep within you, where you cannot
evade its holy truth. You were
formed for this world, for this moment.

Go, yes, into all the world, and
hold out your hands. Share that good news
in every place that you enter.
Jump with both feet into your life,
keeping hold of this, your mantra:
Love will always have the last word.

Maybe you struggle to hold on.
No one seems to understand you,
or it all seems futile.  Be the
person that you have been needing.
Question authority, yes, but
resist the pull of destruction.

Sometimes it will seem that you are
the only one who lives by Love.
Understand this: You’re not alone.
Voice your anxieties and pain.
Walk openly. You cannot be
x’ed out or erased.  You belong.

You have a role to play, full of
zeal. Let love have the final word.

Gratitude List:
1. Morning yoga, which is to say
2. stretching myself into new ways of thinking and being, which is to say
3. growing and transforming, which is to say
4. giving up old forms that no longer serve, which is to say
5. morning has arrived with such shine, such vigor.

May we walk in Love.

Dreamers and Poets

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Having fun with the photo apps on my new phone.

Gratitude List:
1(What gives you courage?)
The people who use language to build bridges
The ones who sit outside the fortress
and invite the rock-throwers to the table
The ones who sit in the breach
and reach their hands to both sides
The ones who straddle the trenches
2. (What is satisfying?) My classroom is ready for summer cleaning.
3. (Who is helpful?) All the people who work at the school to clean up after us, to prepare the place for the next season.  They don’t get thanked enough.
4. (What is healing?) Eight hours of sleep.  When did I last get eight hours of sleep?  And there was very little waking up throughout.
5. (Where do you find inspiration?) Dreams and poems.  Dreamers and poets.

May we walk in Beauty!

Pity Party

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Leonardo da Vinci cat sketches.

Dreams:
In one dream, I am looking at a pile of wooden bits and pieces, sort of frustrated at the mess, when I realize that it’s all the parts to a spinning wheel, and a really fine wheel at that.  All I have to do is put it together.  (I think I should get out my spindle this summer.)

In another dream, I standing outside with friends when there is a shimmering in the air nearby, like some tiny creature slipping through the veil between worlds.  “That’s a hummingbird!” someone says.  We keep watching it flitting around.  It still looks more like a creature of faerie to me.

Today is a challenging Gratitude List.  I have been having an allergy-stricken pity party for the past 18 hours.  It’s hard to create a Gratitude List in the midst of self-pity.  I considered not even doing this this morning because this one–wracked as it is by self-pity–feels self-absorbed, but it is also part of my process of growing.  Perhaps this will help me to move beyond myself.

Gratitude List:
1. (What is comforting?) A snoogly kid next to me in the big chair.
2. (What is comforting?) Seven hours of not sneezing.
3. (What is comforting?) While the day ahead has lots of work, I can schedule it myself.
4. (What pleases you?) The green light of morning touching the tops of the trees in the hollow.
5. (What do you anticipate?) Rest, solitude, clear sinuses

May we walk in Beauty!

Hymn Sing

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Gratitude List:
1. The poetry of old hymns.  John Ruth (may he live forever) articulated this beautifully last night.  I have been itching to find words for why I keep returning to the oldest hymns, even when the patriarchal language and theology send part of me into a tizzy.  It has to do with the fact that we’re singing poetry together.
2. The resonance of a hymn-sing in hardwood-floored gallery.  A perfect space for four-part harmony.
3. Singing and reading poetry in a gallery.  The hymns and poems and paintings all have a deep sense of structure beneath the surface vibrancy and color.  While we sang, while I read, I gazed at Freiman Stoltzfus’s mandala painting on his Symphony of Spring wall.  We sang “For the beauty of the earth”–this line caught me: “for the mystic harmony linking sense to sound and sight.”  Holy moments.  (If you get into Lancaster, you must check out Freiman’s gallery on Prince Street.)
4. Roma and John Ruth.  What lovely people!  They must be nearing 90, but they’re as crisp and playful as ever, she leading the songs with vigor, he giving vignettes and thoughts on each song, on the state of singing, on how moving it is to watch youtube videos about interspecies interactions.  And here is the amazing thing: After I introduced myself to him, I mentioned that we had talked about my great-grandfather 25 years ago.  He remembered the conversation (better than I did).  He’s written a 1000+-page book in the intervening years, met hundreds of new people, traveled the world, and he could still remember meeting a kid just out of college and researching her family history.  What a brilliant mind.
5. Words and word-lovers.

May we walk in Beauty!

Somewhere in the World

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Shere Khan of Skunk Hollow (we watched  The Jungle Book last night)

Somewhere in the world
there must be a house
where you will find safety,
a place where maybe
you will find the grace of wholeness.

Somewhere in the world
there must be a word
that holds your truest name,
a word that is a haven,
a shelter for your aching.

Somewhere in the world
there must be a table
set for soothing, set for aiding,
a table that will make
a new way for your healing.

Gratitude List:
1. Dreams
2. Metaphors
3. Symbols
4. Poems
5. Laughter

May we walk in Beauty!