In my head, again, - a picture of tomorrow;
subtle, endearing, scary
as if I’ll be attacked (the sky might just collapse);
- go tits up
in a workshop or the meeting, or a bus ride
or the traffic lights at red
engendering a little fear, a fluttering heart
and shortening of breath,
even though I’m sitting up in bed
the night before. My need’s not guts or bravery
but to stay aware, inspired as a baby,
walking steadfast and assured into a mess,
witnessing respect
and do my work - my best.
It appears we wrote from similar mind-sets this morning. Here is my poem in response to the disaster in Japan:
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Your site has been very helpful. I would really appreciate your feedback on some of my work. I have a WEbook project called "Sense and Nonsense Between the Lines," that is a collection of some of my more recent poetry. If you are at all inclined or have the time, I would be delighted to read your comments. And worry not! I have a very thick skin, and really covet substantive criticism. I want to grow!
http://www.webook.com/project/Sense-and-Nonsense-Between-the-Lines
Thank you!
My blog, called "Reflections From a Cloudy Mirror," features some of my poetry, but it is an eclectic mix of many styles and genre. You can find it at:
http://paulatohlinecalhoun1951.wordpress.com/