Life is so weird. While I've been up & down, lately. [pretty "standard fair" for April] I've been able to go to the Infused Arts stuff at LWCC. Pretty much all month. I actually wrote about 5 haiku poems tonight. I went through my usual: "Wow, I really don't do this well at all." first.
As we were sharing our poems with each other. I heard something from one of the gals there I never thought I'd hear. A woman named Beth said: "Hup, nickel in the 'jar'. [puts her finger on the center of the table] We don't say we're stupid here."
In a way you feel like your back in grade school. Yet, why DO we tolerate calling ourselves stupid, anyway? I mean, like that'll make you do better..... at anything. Wrong, thank you for playing. What's actually worse is, I wouldn't tolerate anyone I know saying that about themselves. So why do I give myself permission? Yeah, guess what needs "voted off the island"? Ah huh. I thought you'd see it my way.
So I'm working on writing a post for another blog. Welcome to the latest edition of: "sentences I never thought I'd type, with your host..." I've been invited to write one. It doesn't mean I'll actually get posted there. So I'll link to it if it actually happens. Which will be the latest "wow, this is weird/ surreal".
What's more, I'm going to try to squeak out some money to have 1 or 2 of my pictures framed so they can hang in a gallery. Me. Artist. ....who knew? [not me, THAT'S for sure] So welcome to my "it doesn't feel real" life.
Welcome to the strangest April I think I've ever had.
Maybe it WILL snow on my birthday....
[yeah... don't hold your breathe]
Haiku
[the rules as a haiku]
five, is it's beginning
seven, is what comes after
concluding with five
as he drew his sword
like he did, in days of old
his nemesis, bold
May His grace drip from your fingers,
B
Friday, April 15, 2016
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Ode to a Thorn
ok, so I posted this poem on facebook first. I'll say some similar things here that I said there.
First, I wrote this last night. During the 10 year celebration of TWLOHA. You can watch it on live stream here. It's about 2 hours long. My poem is inspired by Sierra DeMulder & Tonya Ingram & their spoken word poems [probably why I think mine would sound better spoken, than read]. I began to write a poem, didn't like it. I started over. The following is what came next. After I wrote it, the title became obvious. Though as I got more than half way done, I realized it has a bit of a similarity to the Apostle Paul. Who wrote of having a "thorn". While never naming what the "thorn" was. I'm glad he never named it. That way, we can each put our struggle in there as the word or words that replace the word "thorn". So this is a poem about thorns. I hope you get the point. Without getting stuck by it. [couldn't help it] So, here is my "ode to a thorn"....
p.s. I reserve the right to add to or subtract from this version of this [or I may not be finished with it yet]
p.p.s. TWLOHA, thanks for all you do. So glad & honered I got to meet Jamie, Renee, Chad, & Jessica.
Thankful for Jessica giving us a tour. When I flipped the calendar to April I heard her asking to see the calendar making sure the birthday sticker was in there.
May His grace drip from your fingers,
B
First, I wrote this last night. During the 10 year celebration of TWLOHA. You can watch it on live stream here. It's about 2 hours long. My poem is inspired by Sierra DeMulder & Tonya Ingram & their spoken word poems [probably why I think mine would sound better spoken, than read]. I began to write a poem, didn't like it. I started over. The following is what came next. After I wrote it, the title became obvious. Though as I got more than half way done, I realized it has a bit of a similarity to the Apostle Paul. Who wrote of having a "thorn". While never naming what the "thorn" was. I'm glad he never named it. That way, we can each put our struggle in there as the word or words that replace the word "thorn". So this is a poem about thorns. I hope you get the point. Without getting stuck by it. [couldn't help it] So, here is my "ode to a thorn"....
"this"
when your tired
of "this"
whatever your
"this"
is
that part
of you
of your story
that you want to
rewrite
or
just hit "delete"
-or maybe "undo"
yet you know
you can't
it's there
unblinking
staring at you
you look at
"this"
you think
you just say to yourself:
I am "this"
nothing but "this"
"this" is all there is
to who I am
"this"
is all I am
just wait
it's not true
you
are more
than "this"
your story
is way more
than just
"this"
"this" is a chapter
in your story
not the story
not the plot
certainly not
the theme
"this"
isn't you
or who you are
so please
don't live &
die like
"this"
is all you are
were
ever will be
we don't believe
that
why
should you?
why
why
should
YOU?
DON'T
not for one second
YOU
are way more
than "this"
"this"
WAS.....
it does not
need to be
part of the present
or the future
not YOUR future
not my future
not anyone's
future
so grab
a shovel
let's
bury
"this"
IT'S journey
ends here
tonight
the ONLY thing
"this"
is good for
now
is to share
what
"this"
was in your life
why?
you ask
so everyone knows
you
are not alone
are not alone
in "this"
you
are not the only one
dealing with
"this"
to tell
or remind
each of us
that we all
have
a "this"
by b.e. noll
p.s. I reserve the right to add to or subtract from this version of this [or I may not be finished with it yet]
p.p.s. TWLOHA, thanks for all you do. So glad & honered I got to meet Jamie, Renee, Chad, & Jessica.
Thankful for Jessica giving us a tour. When I flipped the calendar to April I heard her asking to see the calendar making sure the birthday sticker was in there.
May His grace drip from your fingers,
B
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