Monday, May 28, 2012

Summer Vacation!

So I deactivated my Facebook for the summer today. Expect to (maybe) see a little more of me on here :)

Friday, May 25, 2012

Title at the end of the double-haiku

Dancing, suspended
from the ceiling as a breeze
wafts through the window

Twirling, revealing
a metamorphosis of
shadows between light

Origami Light Mobiles

Thursday, May 17, 2012

What do you think? (I have no idea what to title this)


I.
My compliments to the editor,
Or the editors,
As the case may be:

You who sit at a computer,
Tireless, I imagine;
Sometimes drone-like;
Zombie-stare at a glowing screen.

I imagine you
Far-reaching as the world’s largest spider
With access to the world’s largest web,
Sifting through virtual piles of weightless paper,
Like slithering mountains of winking coal

II.
Every once in a while,
A ray of piercing light gleams
From your pile of variably graded coal,
A ray of light that sears the eyes and penetrates the heart,
Bringing feeling to a numb mind,
Melting the ice of humdrummery.

To this ray of light you assign a minuscule,
Red,
Check mark,
But in reality
-At least, I think:
It represents heart.

III.
My compliments to the editor,
My thanks to you,
For the care you take,
For the work you do.
My compliments to the editor,
Friend of many an undervalued poet.
My compliments to the editor,
Before, you’d never have known it.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Tercet from a week ago

Uncontrollable emotions mine/
The head and heart made to dine/
On anger and sorrow the opposite of sublime./


(Ehhh, I just like the rhyme scheme..)

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Happy 2012 box (many thanks to Abby @ Following God)

I made a Happy 2012 "jar" (it's actually a box) last Thursday, and since I'm feeling down right now, I figured I might as well share it with you today.

I put this box together immediately after reading the guest post on Lucia etcetera. The funny thing is, everything I used to decorate the box was, well, picked up from my floor. The box has been floating around my room for a while too, waiting for some sort of purpose to manifest itself. So I guess you could say the whole thing was upcycled :)

I've been recording the small events and occurrences that have made me happy at the end of each day, often times that's the best . I write them with my favorite pen on small, ripped scraps of scratch paper, it makes the little bits of happiness seem all the more spur-of-the-moment and raw, I think. Something I've spoken about with R a few times.


(I'm going to randomly select a few slips of paper from the box and write their contents underneath each photo.)
 The baked beans mom made, so sweet, so savory, so short lived ~5/11/12

The light shining through the trees as I lay on the tramp while I babysat the Ws. The sun was setting. ~5/11/12
 Daddy getting home after being at the Troubled Youth conference for two days. ~5/11/12

Flying down the street on T's bike after going to an interview thing. The sun shone bright yellow, it was late afternoon, and I was thoroughly exhilarated. ~5/14/12
The clouds at the end of the day as we were driving home from Spanish class. ~5/10/12




And a couple of hastily taken photo from today to show how full it is:


Sending J and K an email with a link and a photo of my happy 2012 box :) ~5/10/12


The cottonwood seeds blowing across town, like warm, spring snow. ~5/10/12


Anyway, I know I made this with the year already half over, but I encourage you to do the same anyway :)
I think it's important to remember the small things in life; and it's important to have some way to remind yourself that you have lots of things to be happy about.

Friday, May 11, 2012

Thick Skin

Your skin is not tough
And that's really not enough
When you're in the midst of a terrible war.

You don't have tough skin
That's a bad thing, being the person you are during the war you're in.

It's never enough
With skin not so tough
The person you be,
In the war, it's rough.

No possibility of misinterpretation.

Struggling with poetry, I might have a new, actual post coming up soon, with or without poetry. Poetry can be so personal, sometimes it's a bit of a struggle to feel comfortable with sharing it, especially this poetry. Not that any one would ever see it, of course... Ha.
But still, it's so up to the reader's opinion, their personal mindset; their way of thinking. This poetry in particular is something a friend kinda put me up to, a very dear friend, and the friend happens to be the subject of the poem, if not the addressee. This poetry has to have a really specific feeling to it, which means that words have to be chosen carefully, as the final poem will weigh heavily. I'd prefer it if this poem in particular had absolutely no possibility of misinterpretation.