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Friday, December 27, 2013

new poem - Christmas 2013

--for Victoria
For our first Christmas together, we exchanged ornaments.

Winter windshield reflections
distort the present,
tell possible futures.
I stop snow
shoveling, ignoring cold
body parts to
dream.

They are noise
without order, yet
seductive enough to
distract.  The snow
erases my work;
leaves me all
alone.

From behind me
she calls, "Early
thaw this year?"
Reflections are gone,
sun set, and
shovel empty.  I'm
set.

Brown eyed beauty
wraps arms around
mine, pulls me
from winter work,
and we dig,
planting the world
anew.

Monday, December 09, 2013

new poem - The World Needs More Mirrors

I can't
change the world;
I'm barely
able to change my mind.

But I
can change
    where I stand. 
And if someone chooses to
    stand by me,
        two worlds have changed,
        two new ways of seeing
    are created. 

We can,
if we are skilled enough
or lucky enough, get our students
        to stand with us at the
            edge of the
            reflecting pool,
                kneel down, and
                        look deeply
                                into themselves.

What they see
    is more true than
        anything said about them.
What they see
    is undeniable and
        needs to be accepted.
What they see
    can be shaped,
        cleaned, and polished.
What they see
                    is okay.

No, dear ones,
you can't
change the world;
    but we can change where we stand. 

    And if we each hold a mirror
            we might convince
                    the whole world to
                                take a deeper look.

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This piece was written during the Greater Madison Writing Project Summer Institute this past July.

Friday, December 06, 2013

new poem - Concert On The Square

Robert Bonfiglio Solos With WCO
"...old couples emboldened with swinging harmonica vibrations
lean into each other."

--photo is of Robert Bonfiglio, who performed
at a concert on the square in Madison this summer
Young girls twirl and old couples
emboldened with swinging harmonica vibrations
lean into each other.

We all could.

Maybe you prefer to sing a child's song,
making up a new language, and
leaning to reach the most demanding notes.

We all could.

After the music fades, some might choose to speak
a verse that moves the crowd to
lean closer, feeling the whispered sadness.

We all could.

The reflected sun shifts though the crowd,
lands on faces, and makes them glow;

we all could.

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I started writing this piece while attending the Greater Madison Writing Project Summer Institute this past July.

Monday, December 02, 2013

new poem - "Opportunity Awaits You Next Monday"

"On next Monday, we'll
    solve all our problems.
Next Monday, we'll
    end all our longings."
On next Monday, I'll
    win that award.
Next Monday, I'll
    bust down the door.
Next Monday, I'll
    finish my novel.
Next Monday, I'll
    learn about loving.

On next Monday, you'll
    have to choose.
Next Monday, you'll
    be the one to lose.
Next Monday, you'll
    see how it feels.
Next Monday, you'll
    be crushed under our wheels.

On next Monday, we'll
    solve all our problems.
Next Monday, we'll
    end all our longings.
Next Monday, we'll
    find space in our life.
Next Monday, we'll
    forget who is right.

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This is a piece I started for a write-in during this past summer's Greater Madison Writing Project Summer Institute.  It was inspired by a fortune cookie slip.