are as follows:
1. January 6th, 1973
2. face value
3. the birthday story
4. on sunday morning
5. and 6. resurrection sunday - revised (both poems)
*I kept the un-revised version of "in transition", but the revised version is the one I'd like to be graded.
7."Will you give me a drink?"- Revised
8. landscape sketches - revised
9. They Couldn't Salvage Anything
10. What makes people tick
Thank you!
Friday, May 3, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
January 6th, 1973
the January air creeps
through the cracks
in the house that father built
and mother makes
and their bodies shiver,
stirring from their
separate stations,
as they rise, and gather
close together
forty years ago today,
they became each others.
the bitter wind crawls,
dissipates - two faces smile,
one shared warmth
through the cracks
in the house that father built
and mother makes
and their bodies shiver,
stirring from their
separate stations,
as they rise, and gather
close together
forty years ago today,
they became each others.
the bitter wind crawls,
dissipates - two faces smile,
one shared warmth
face value
(after Nicole Mason's Identity art piece)
if truth was a verb
would you let it happen
on your face
staring strong and straight ahead,
eyes aglow like spotlights,
inviting your audience
to watch your Artist's story playing
at face value?
if truth was a verb
would you let it happen
on your face
staring strong and straight ahead,
eyes aglow like spotlights,
inviting your audience
to watch your Artist's story playing
at face value?
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
the birthday story
twenty two years ago
daddy told brother that
" 'little sister decided
to come into the world
13 minutes
after we got mommy
to the hospital.'
'were you speeding, dad?'
'no, son, i couldn't make the car
go fast enough.'
'did you run any red lights, dad?'
'no, son, i didn't see a-one.'
because you were coming fast!"
because you were coming fast!"
through the cellphone,
i follow along, predicting
the exclamation in his voice,
the expression in his face,
the certainty of this
birthday tradition
and smile, as we savor
our story together.
the expression in his face,
the certainty of this
birthday tradition
and smile, as we savor
our story together.
on sunday morning
warm light reaches
through wide windows,
a gentle yellow glow,
touching our faces
with tender hands,
and we lift our eyes
as we give thanks
for the floor
beneath our feet
the roof over our head
and the many voices
who join in harmony,
in praise, as we gather
here together
on another sunday morning,
this morning that has
never dawned before.
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