I’m a Star

I sing the same songs over and over

I’m so high, I have to say I’m not sober

When I collapse

I’ll leave a big, black hole

Then what becomes  

Of my soul?

 

Go, go away

Bright morning sun

In the day

I’m no one

In the night 

I shine so far

In the dark

I’m a star

-Excerpt of the poem “Lament Of A Star” from The Shorter Things Collection


 

It is all for the bright!

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I Do Not Fear…

Prompt- Write a poem that starts with “I do
not fear”
I do not fear your pain, wrenched from experiences
I do not fear your anger, righteous indignation
I do not fear your laughter, reflected tomfoolery
I do not fear your intellect, mused facts
I do not fear your attraction, biological response
I do not fear your dreams, goals awaiting acceptance
I do not fear your tears, humanity’s glue
I fear your assumptions, walls to empathy
I fear your pride, fists balled to face
I fear your greed, war begetting ownership
I fear your hatred, blind bloody binges
I fear your addiction, puppet strings
I fear your nightmares, prophesied vengeance
I fear your rejection, abandonment at the precipice

 

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Knitting Is Better Than Therapy

Prompt- Use the words: actor, glorious, stitch
Knitting is better than therapy
As stitches are created
Knit, purl, yarn over, decrease one
They do not analyze me, force correct answers
In therapy, I am an actor in an office
Yes, I feel guilt
No, I haven’t slipped
Yes, I love myself
No, I haven’t contemplated suicide
But when knitting, I do not dwell
On what is unworthy of contemplation
I obey the pattern or rebel with improvisation
As I speed knit Continental style or English throw and
pick
No platitudes, no critiques
No pressure, no poking at pain till I bleed out
Only two sticks dancing with string
Creating, living, growing
Stitch by stitch, truth by truth
I’m a maker
Of miracles, of masterpieces, of monstrosities
What’s the worst that can happen with wool and
wonder?
A dropped stitch, a lost pattern, incorrect gauge, wonky
seams
I rip back, rewind, add tension to used, wrinkled strings
And start again
A work-in-progress
           
          In through the front door
          Run around the back
          Down through the window
          Off jumps Jack
Glorious fiber,
    Bare my soul to the cashmere gods
          Darn my holes
               Heal with scarves, socks, shawls
                    Warm with sweaters and blankets
                         Spin, ply, dye
                                       Bind off

-Excerpt from The Shorter Things Collection


 

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I’m a Star

I sing the same songs over and over

I’m so high, I have to say I’m not sober

When I collapse

I’ll leave a big, black hole

Then what becomes  

Of my soul?

 

Go, go away

Bright morning sun

In the day

I’m no one

In the night 

I shine so far

In the dark

I’m a star

-Excerpt of the poem “Lament Of A Star” from The Shorter Things Collection


 

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Bruce Cockburn- Live on my Mind

See you standing in the door against the dark
Fireflies around you like a crown of sparks
You blow me a kiss that blurs my vision
Blurs the human condition

You’re the ocean ringing in my brain
You are my island ripe with cane
Catch the scent of strange flowers when you pass
Fluid motion like the wind in grass

It’s your eyes I want to see
Looking into mine
Got you live on my mind
All the time

Bruce Cockburn, legendary Canadian folksinger,eh?

‘Tis Easter Again

Ring them bells. ‘Tis Easter again. 

 

The three gray wooden steps leading up to the porch bow like a repentant prodigal. A little child bounding up them could get hurt. Their body broken for You as easy as from a cancer in the bones. The metal-hinged doors wear a fresh coat of red paint, newly atoned by Jesus’ blood.  

 

Diamond-shaped windows, sincere evangelists, invite the sunlight to shine through ‘em. A ribbon of golden light hits the floor of the empty sanctuary. A voiceless choir incarnates dust mites and flitters down the spotlight. Years of communion—His body broken for us—weddings, funerals, and altar calls, they all leave a crease down the center aisle, mimicking the crack of an open King James.  

 

I hear you singin’ “It Is Well With My Soul,” standing tall over there on the left side of the altar facing the redemption red doors, like on that Easter, the one before yer last, that quiverin’ tenor voice causing tears to trickle from the eyes of sinners and saints. Hope bathed your face, your gospel smile. Radiant as Christ on the cross. His body broken for me.  

 

The Lord and I. Me and God. We both done lost our only sons.  

 

Ring them bells. ‘Tis Easter again. 

-The Shorter Things Collection

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I Do Not Fear…

Prompt- Write a poem that starts with “I do
not fear”
I do not fear your pain, wrenched from experiences
I do not fear your anger, righteous indignation
I do not fear your laughter, reflected tomfoolery
I do not fear your intellect, mused facts
I do not fear your attraction, biological response
I do not fear your dreams, goals awaiting acceptance
I do not fear your tears, humanity’s glue
I fear your assumptions, walls to empathy
I fear your pride, fists balled to face
I fear your greed, war begetting ownership
I fear your hatred, blind bloody binges
I fear your addiction, puppet strings
I fear your nightmares, prophesied vengeance
I fear your rejection, abandonment at the precipice

 

It is all for the bright!

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I’m a Star

I sing the same songs over and over

I’m so high, I have to say I’m not sober

When I collapse

I’ll leave a big, black hole

Then what becomes  

Of my soul?

 

Go, go away

Bright morning sun

In the day

I’m no one

In the night 

I shine so far

In the dark

I’m a star

-Excerpt of the poem “Lament Of A Star” from The Shorter Things Collection


 

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I’m a Star

I sing the same songs over and over 

I’m so high, I have to say I’m not sober 

When I collapse 

I’ll leave a big, black hole 

Then what becomes  

Of my soul? 

 

Go, go away 

Bright morning sun 

In the day 

I’m no one 

In the night 

I shine so far 

In the dark 

I’m a star 

-Excerpt of the poem “Lament Of A Star” from The Shorter Things Collection


 

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