Within the realm of writing for self-actualization and discovery of self, I returned to the roots of my first formal creative writing education and to poetry.  Poetry was an art I engaged in during adolescence and one I apparently left on the roadside after leaving junior college.  The younger undergraduate students that shared this class with me engaged in writing poetry.  Self-exploration, self-actualization.  I gave it a shot. 

                                                                    "I heard an angel

                                                                     speak last night,

                                                                     And he said,

                                                                     'write'!'"

                                                - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, English poet 

"You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you."

- Joseph Jourbert

cold morning, warm house

delightful change in weather

this winter comfort

not looking for a

parachute, desire is to

be; free fall with me

Free fall inspired by "Marriage & Other Acts of Charity, A Memoir" by Kate Braestrup.  Reagan Arthur Books 2010. (Recently read this title because apparently I suck at relationships and I want to improve on that (the not sucking part.)

Vampire Boy

Never championed, never defended

The strong wavered

Integrity proved unprincipled

Yet one I didn’t know, stood genuine

For that I thank you

                                                       You were in my world for but an hour

                                                               Yet touched my spirit by more than days

                                                       When no one listened to my words,

                                                               You took the time to actually hear

                                                       When others saw one in the queue

                                                               You advocated for an individual

                                                       For that I thank you

“People don’t always remember what was said, but they always remember how you made them feel.” 

- who said that?

Tinnitus

This is a start at an attempt at a remix of a mutil-page written/audio class project I remember from a 1970's class in Creative Writing.

Who Am I?

I am a seer, a doer

            I observe, yet I move

I am a lover of water, inspired by mountains

          and energized by the desert

I enjoy large urban centers and sprawling countryside;

            abhor the suburban waste in between

I like long hair and short,

            classical guitar and jazz piano

            meteor showers, midnight skies and the light of the moon.

I love the feel of the warmth of the sun as it soaks into my skin,

            yet I hate hot weather.

I enjoy the harshness of the elements and appreciate an invigorating, snowy winter,

            yet hate knowing the less fortunate suffer in the cold . . .

            or worse, that people turn a cold shoulder

I am single, one, not lost . . . well, maybe some days

            a wanderer and nomad, domiciled diversely

            unteathered, yet grounded

            sometimes centered, sometimes circling for what is home

I am a writer, photographer, someone’s family, a friend

            forever a student, will be a lover again.

"Marriage" poem linked by April Sopczak

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