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So. For those of you whom I've spoken to about random poetry-ness: Edits would be appreciated. For those of you whom I have not spoken to: Tear it apart like you would anything else submitted to Collage.
(Agah. I cannot center. Woe is to my title)
Take Flight
Where goes the fire that burns no more,
No longer preluding what goes on before?
When can that fire true triumph find,
As all dreams to the normalcy bind?
What long journey into the west?
Follow the sun - that is the quest;
Yet how to follow that inspiration,
to keep up hope, in the midst of isolation?
How to keep that constant illumination -
In order to catalyse concentration?
And not only, then, to view the scene
But also to preclude the dream?
(And for those who twitch at the 'hidden meaning' in that one:)
Either titled "Bumblebees" or "Why not?". I have not decided yet. I am t'lame like that.
Wheezing breathing rustles
A breeze in the trees
Trying now to hustle
Distracting the bees
Yet they keep on flying
Ignoring, for now
the crazy people crying
"You can't fly. No how."
"Wings too short "
"You're much too fat "
"Mission abort! "
"You can't do that! "
Calmly keep on trying
One flower, the next
Calmly keep on flying
To one that is best
For many little flowers
Are growing nearby
In their sweet safe bowers
We learn how to try
I'm crossing my fingers that the bumblebees, at least, will cheer up my favorite emo-kids. So: my day. Not too bad: I handed out all of my Patron collages, and have a few people who told me that it was okay if I harassed them for money, but no others sold than the one yesterday to my art teacher. My swim practice (the total 45 minutes that I'll get this week. Do you see how out of shape I am?) did not get me wet: dryland, stretching, med balls, stretch cords, abs, core, etc. My little swimmy people who I won't have anymore because the session just ended are happyful - I have some that actually are doing well, others not so: AND TO PROVE HOW AWFUL I AM WITH NAMES: I HAVE HAD THESE KIDS FOR 8 WEEKS RUNNING NOW AND STILL KNOW ABOUT HALF THE NAMES. So, tacos are yummy. We had tacos for dinner. (Pathy: I had to write it down or I would have forgotten: my last crunchy food for a while...) My mom pointed out that if I'm really feeling like watching P&P tomorrow, the local library probably has it. If not: Welly, I may have to come and bother you (except you wouldn't be home. Maybe your parentals?)
(Agah. I cannot center. Woe is to my title)
Take Flight
Where goes the fire that burns no more,
No longer preluding what goes on before?
When can that fire true triumph find,
As all dreams to the normalcy bind?
What long journey into the west?
Follow the sun - that is the quest;
Yet how to follow that inspiration,
to keep up hope, in the midst of isolation?
How to keep that constant illumination -
In order to catalyse concentration?
And not only, then, to view the scene
But also to preclude the dream?
(And for those who twitch at the 'hidden meaning' in that one:)
Either titled "Bumblebees" or "Why not?". I have not decided yet. I am t'lame like that.
Wheezing breathing rustles
A breeze in the trees
Trying now to hustle
Distracting the bees
Yet they keep on flying
Ignoring, for now
the crazy people crying
"You can't fly. No how."
"Wings too short "
"You're much too fat "
"Mission abort! "
"You can't do that! "
Calmly keep on trying
One flower, the next
Calmly keep on flying
To one that is best
For many little flowers
Are growing nearby
In their sweet safe bowers
We learn how to try
I'm crossing my fingers that the bumblebees, at least, will cheer up my favorite emo-kids. So: my day. Not too bad: I handed out all of my Patron collages, and have a few people who told me that it was okay if I harassed them for money, but no others sold than the one yesterday to my art teacher. My swim practice (the total 45 minutes that I'll get this week. Do you see how out of shape I am?) did not get me wet: dryland, stretching, med balls, stretch cords, abs, core, etc. My little swimmy people who I won't have anymore because the session just ended are happyful - I have some that actually are doing well, others not so: AND TO PROVE HOW AWFUL I AM WITH NAMES: I HAVE HAD THESE KIDS FOR 8 WEEKS RUNNING NOW AND STILL KNOW ABOUT HALF THE NAMES. So, tacos are yummy. We had tacos for dinner. (Pathy: I had to write it down or I would have forgotten: my last crunchy food for a while...) My mom pointed out that if I'm really feeling like watching P&P tomorrow, the local library probably has it. If not: Welly, I may have to come and bother you (except you wouldn't be home. Maybe your parentals?)