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Category: Poetry

Nov 06 2008

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion I

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Pencil and Wax

Words

The words take control

demand to be written

I help guide them

dress them up

slim them down

searching for

clarity, brevity, emotion

hopefully all three

I’m not sure

where they come from

perhaps from the pains

and joys of my life

The words are the blood

in the vessels of my mind

just as feelings are

the blood feeding my soul

Is there any separation

between me and the words?

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–January 10, 2006

Nov 05 2008

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Words

Lurking

Blueprint

A notion

and intention

initially

Ideas congeal

words emerge

slide into place

some locked

some fit

to be tumbled

pliantly capable

of movement

until unity forms

Structural collapse

conceptual disintegration

and verbal desertion

are neighbors

skulking

on the other side

of walls too thin

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–March 18, 2008

Nov 04 2008

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Not very random poem

The Lure of the Gold

Entitlement

Shouldn’t entitlement

be an increasing function?

Should not our children

be entitled

to more freedom

liberty, joy

and happiness

than we were?

Shouldn’t their children

if they have any

deserve still more?

Or do you speak

of material things?

Do you look to me

as the reason

you don’t have more?

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–March 14, 2008

Nov 03 2008

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Random Poem

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Silky Pillow

No Exit

Mornings

step into afternoons

step into evenings

stumble into nights

then blessed darkness

interrupted by brief glimpses

of that other world

called dreams

and then I wake

into another morning

Breakfast

becomes a class

becomes grading

and a meeting

I step into more grading

and another class

and another

becomes grading

and then too few

hours of sleep

Step

by weary step

I plod towards a break

any break

in the madness

of constant awareness

I place one foot

in front of the other

as I limp

towards collapse

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–March 8, 2006

Oct 31 2008

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Random Poem

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Self-portrait, most days

Talking Teaching Blues
(Boomer edition)

Run run run

and run some more

I don’t remember

what I’m running for

I work so long

from 8 to 8

then up next dawn

so I won’t be late

Work work work

it’ll be over soon

if only I could

sleep to noon

It’s nice to know

as I wipe my spittle

that all we teachers

just work so little

Sixty hours a week

so you could grow

For this you hate us?

We need to know.

What did we do

to deserve your slap

work so hard

and get paid crap?

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–April 18, 2006

Oct 30 2008

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Random Poem

Splitting the Binary

Can you learn?

They asked me

if I hunted or fished

choose one

What did I kill

for fun?

I gave my answer

eight years later

I killed their comfort

in dead seriousness

Can you learn?

Too often

the answer

was disappointing

There was danger

in proving

that human life

could exist

could endure

could survive

could even thrive

in between

There probably still is

Can you learn?

It is not too late

Can you learn?

It is never too late

Can you learn?

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–December 14, 2007

Oct 29 2008

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Random Poem

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Fire

Teaching

There must be a spark

to which tinder

can be judiciously applied

to get a smolder

(Or is the spark

applied to the tinder?)

With skill the smoldering tinder

gives rise to a flicker

and then a flame

to which the kindling is added

leading to creation

of a real fire

with the introduction

of the hard wood

How delicate is the the process

that it can so easily be derailed

I am a teacher

It is my job

to nurture the fire

There is rarely

a second chance

if this flame dies

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–December 6, 2005

Oct 28 2008

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Random Poem

High School Colors

English Teachers

Of the majick

of gods and goddesses

Marion taught

of myths and legends

and creations

other realities

as well as the fact

that teachers sometimes drink

And chain-smoking

Scholastica leadfoot

schooled me in Pepys

Hawthorne and Irving

and the boundless

unconditional love

she displayed to us

for her beloved Ben

But Mrs P

Holly’s wonderful mom

you lit the spark

with Buffalo Bill

and mister death

and the pretty how town

which now burns in me

some forty years later

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–January 2, 2007

Oct 27 2008

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Random Poem

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Cat on Amethyst

Patent Pending

With total attention

I focus energy

concentrate on giving

a gentle loving touch

Thus will my human

problems be diminished

according to my cat

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–March 14, 2006

Oct 24 2008

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Pseudo-random Poem

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Purplegreengold

And miles to go…

A flicker of white

appears in the dark

maybe the Big Bang

of some microverse

Perhaps it could be

Tinkerbell’s candle

The color soon dims

through yellow to gold

Then green tendrils spread

out from the center

The sparkling dwindles

to a throbbing pulse

as purple appears

and black and I sleep

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–March 9, 2006

Oct 23 2008

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Random Poem

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Lace

Like the Pixels

The pixels

laid singly

or in short segments

pixilated sand

intricately woven

into a meaningful

pattern

pixie dust

spread

to simulate

complexity

My world grows

takes new form

until it gets

to the point

where it can be

flipped,

flopped

flooped

it’s the flooping

that makes it

distinctly mine

Moments

are the pixels

of being

by which we color

the larger

tapestry

of our lives

living

in the instant

in the now

is our floop

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–November 8. 2005

Oct 22 2008

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry XXXIV – finis

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Passage

Rites and Passages

(the latter years)

Isolating

Declaring

Bemoaning

Observing

Writing

Speaking

Affirming

Protecting

Finding voice

Initiating

Writing

Speaking up

Ghettoizing

Returning

Creating space

Confronting the beast

Writing

Speaking out

Helping

Representing

Taming the beast

Depicting

Moving on

Broadening

Writing

Spreading out

Identifying the larger beast

Combining

Proclaiming

Defending

Teaching

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–November 15, 2005

–June 13, 2006