My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Friday, October 19, 2012

3 Can I Have This Dance?: Straight-Faced

Title:  (Find a) Reason to Believe 
Artist:  Rod Stewart
Album:  The Best of Rod Stewart Millennium Collection
Genre:  Rock

Straight-Faced
There were no tears yet still
I looked
               hoped
                          wished
and eagerly searched to find
a reason -- one single reason
I listened so carefully as
straight-faced
she lied
even with the truth laid
out before her on the table
no tears
               no reaction
                                 no emotion
mars her persona as I search--
waiting for the truth

Notes:  The song popped into my head as yesterday I contended with a 5th grader who (quite easily) lied outright to me even when presented with the facts.  It was quite crazy really.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

9 The Storm Within

An eerie calm settles over
my exterior like an armored shell.
Unbeknownst to those nearby
a switch has been thrown
so that only I know
how the irrational thoughts
rattle inside my head,
course throughout me,
and threaten to mar
my external presence.



I have, unfortunately, missed the passed two weeks of Three Word Wednesday.  Things seem to be absolutely crazy lately, but I didn't want to let another week go by....  So here is my contribution to Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>calm, know, rattle].  

Sunday, October 14, 2012

2 Time Capsule: With Shaking Hands

Title: With Shaking Hands
Date: 03/21/02
Setting: Life after college--during second post-college job
Form: Free Verse

Thunderous rain
pounding on windows
pales in comparison
to the pounding of my heart.
Tremors rattle over my body
the harsh movement
visible only to my own eye
seems as though the earth quakes
beneath the surface of my skin.
Teeth clench like a vise
to hold back the raging river of tears
to fight the rock slide of thoughts
so I might look upon you
speaking my mind
past my fear of confrontation

Notes:  I cannot recall the precise circumstance that led to this particular write.  I do know that still the mere idea of confrontation brings forth such fear that often (as sad as it is) I walk away from it.  I suppose some might say that walking away is okay.  But in the long run....not so much.  

Artifact I:  Original handwritten poem on nice yellow paper.