Feb 06 2008

Many Happy Returns

Super Tuesday: the wait for the returns … looking for signs … polls and exit polls … numbers, numbers, numbers.

Feeling up, feeling down? Footsore? Caring? Worried?

While you wait … make a poem.

You think you can’t …?

If you think you can’t write poetry, you are likely wrong. Consider this:

I have nothing to say

and I am saying it

and that is poetry

as I needed it.

–John Cage

I am waiting, and a little unsure of what I am waiting for:

While I wait …

Dizzy

from Niagaras

of sugared

untruths, spin

they say, oiling

the path to

swallow, but

not digested.

A chime

I hear, one

vibration,

law, awe,

uncertain

there’s one

who can speak

a truth.

Jaded,

upbraided,

worn rough

uneven,

holding

to a thread,

watching how

many make

a movement.

— Caneel

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    • Caneel on February 6, 2008 at 01:12
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    for our efforts to save ourselves.

  2. Looks like it’s going to be a very long night, watching the GOP completely implode. [yippee!]

  3. by a poem

    because words have eaten

    my ability

    to speak

  4.      

    Dervish Dance

    Blue world whirls ’round within its place,

    and charts a course through deepest space.

    Transformed by dreams, this world’s a trance,

    spins madly in a dervish dance.

    Resplendent stars pinprick the night

    and shoot their lances nova-bright

    to pierce the darkness in the sky

    and etch long silver lines on high.

    The multi-colored dream betrays

    green Earth, blue sky, gray mountain’s haze,

    dark seas, soft hills, wide, grassy plains,

    the scars of Man, bleached-bone remains.

    – scoff

    • pfiore8 on February 6, 2008 at 03:09
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    just wonderful Caneel and scoff!!!!!

    it’s like you guys have always been here.

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