Poetry week concluded.

I'll finish out Poetry Week with my recent favorite.
We had to write a poem where we put ourselves in someone else's shoes and so I took a group of people that I'm probably the most fascinated with and clipped a moment from their life. So here is the resulting work...


Celebrity

I woke up this morning thirsty
For my daily cup of coffee
Desirous of its black face, its warm, bold
Body. I surrender my position in bed
For a gray cashmere sweater and sweats,
I gather my bodyguards, my assistant, phone
My driver who rushes me, covers me like a fair skinned baby
To the nearest coffee shop where in clouds of black and gray
We exit the vehicle, overtaken by sudden bursts
Of light—the lights that with every flash capture
Little reasons why I sometimes look at the want ads in my hometown paper
And think of freedom as a fluid word. Finally when the fresh, inky
Cup of the warm liquid reflects my face we shuffle back
To the car, enclosed once again behind impenetrable doors
The outside world straining to see in, while I am straining to see out.

....and it keeps on going

We were assigned a "witness piece" which meant we had to write about witnessing something in the news and our reaction to it. And since I couldn't settle on one emotion with octo-mom (anger? frustration? pity?) I went for this little ditty.

I had something in this one about sweat being on his brow, the same kind of sweat not found on the faces of his loudest foe, but the teacher didn't like it (dirty liberal ;) so I took it out. Enjoy.


Always Mr. President

I could see you pumping gas
At a station in Texas. Comfortable
In your post Presidential jeans and cowboy
Boots, happy in your cowboy hat. I could see

Your hands and imagine their lines where important
Documents once rested, where other important fingers
Gripped and shook; hands that wiped sweat
Off your important brow, a thick sweat
Born from hard working, hard thinking,
A sweat most Americans will never

Experience. I could see you there gripping the gas
Pump, standing tall in your notch on the American time line,
I could see you and if I could I would walk up to you and say,
Thank you.

Poetry week continued...

Here's a poem written about the time Dayton and I first said "i love you".
I subjected this piece to the class which is to say I stood naked in front of a group of strangers and asked them to critique me.
It went really well, all the criticism that it got I felt was very useful and so changes have been made and here is the final product.


Thursday Night I Love You

A red truck moves light down a stretch
Of road. The driver, a boy, casually
Speaks to the girl beside him
While their fingers play tag; the girl
Wrapped in sweats brushes lazy hair
Out of her bare face. Red flashes
As the truck moves down new road,
Coming to a stop under the spotlight
Of her driveway--she has picked her moment.

Love was something she spoiled in the past;
Tattered, worn, and common with use,
She resolved to pack it up tight
For a special occasion,
Preferably in the rain
Like the movies where they yell
Through wet clothing.

The red truck produces the sounds of
Goodbyes—kisses, and I’ll call yous,
But all is silent when the girl unwraps
The gift she had hidden in her mouth
Since the street with no lights.

Its Poetry Week!

Time to turn in my portfolio of poems to my poetry teacher giving me good blogging material all week long!

The first poem meant for your delight is one I wrote when we were assigned a "brag poem". We were told to brag about ourselves so I said give me something I don't do on a regular basis and sat down and wrote this (in literally less than five minutes cause I wanted to hang out with my husband but he told me I couldn't till all my homework was done...haha)


Elizabeth

Beauty
Got it
Singing
Can do it
Socializing
No problem
Writing
Love it
Fashion
Comes natural
Reading
Let me at it
Joking
I’m not,
But I can.

spring break 2009 wohoo!

No theme post today, just good clean thoughts (not that I'm swaying from my average dirty ones).
It being spring break and all I decided to take advantage of my porch. In wondering where to do my homework (don't worry I had the crazy spring break fun this past weekend ;) I thought to myself, "I wish there were some place I could go and sit outside and not have to buy anything like a drink" then I turned three inches and looked outside at my table and chairs...duh.
(the greatest advantage being bathroom breaks without awkwardly carrying my laptop into the stall with me "oh uh..the internet so much clearer in here!")

I did something to purposefully tempt myself..I started thumbing through a book I got about writing for children and almost decided to read the whole thing here and now, but took the responsible route and put it down (don't judge me and my geeky transgressions). Segue in 5..4..3..2..It did get me to thinking about how great it is that we are built with something that stirs us.

What a boring world it would be if everyone was moved by the same thing, or by nothing at all. And even if our passions are yet to be discovered it's great just knowing that there is something there, we just have to find it.
Being on stage and being a part of a formation of words/sentences are two things I couldn't live without and I love that.

I cannot put into words how ready I am to be out of school. No wait, I can. It's as if I'm at a race and standing behind the starting line in position ready to burst forward while still having to do warm up exercises (haha I have no idea what that actually feels like, but in my mind the two are one and the same).
Only seven more weeks.
Praise God.
I'm not going to lie, I'm more excited about graduation day then I was about my wedding day but only because graduation day I show up in a gown looking like everyone else-a thousand times less stressful and nothing to do with my love for marriage or my wedding day :)

Hey! Check out the twitter gadget I just added to the page, under the ads titled "legal stalking"
and
Hey! Thanks for reading.

AAM

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)
People are pulling this label out like it's on clearance.

Our waiter let us know the other night that we can be assured that our drinks are correct since he's...lets all say it together...OCD.

Where was this "disorder" ten years ago? Chillin' with sun-dried tomatoes in the "fad waiting to happen" room? (oh gosh that's terrible, but I'm keepin it!)

I understand that "SOCIETY" needs labels like that to fall back on (ie-ADD/ADH) but I have a notion that there wouldn't be as many cases of it if there were no label for it.

So some people have the need to have everything in order, that's doesn't call for a "disorder" I like for things to be all about me (AAM) so does that mean I should be treated?
If by treated you mean showers of praise and accolades then a resounding YES!

But that's not necessary. All I'm saying is the "disorder band wagon" is getting pretty full of people who are using labels as more of a crutch then a scientific break through.

So you like to do things in excellence, that's not OCD it's G-O-O-D.
So you can't pay attention for long periods of time...who really can? The human brain is a playground of random thoughts, you just have to learn to discipline your mind.
I'm sure there are a few cases here and there of people with real mental problems in these arena's but I'd be willing to bet my baby blanket that over 60% of people who claim it, are just fine.

It's a Google Earth-We All Just Click On It

haha oh the wit of me.
Yes so if you're wondering what google latitude is all about, don't.
Not unless you want everyone in your email address book to think, "hey, wait a minute...why does SHE need to know where I am?!"
Yes many an email has now been sent explaining away the accidental stalker-like qualities I've inflicted on myself after playing around with a new gadget. (unless I know you know me and that I don't spend my weekend outside your bedroom window)

"What had happened was"...
Oo! google latitude, I wonder what this is all about--click click hmm that's interesting. Oo pretty butterrfly....
Two days later
"so and so has accepted your request to know their location" What?!
Today
"Professor, please excuse the email you've received where I've requested to know your whereabouts every time you sign on your email. I assure you I'm not as freaky as google makes me out to be."

Lesson learned.

Now if google only had a gadget to explain away stalker qualities I'd be set.