One who does not
Sleeps life away
Dreams the pages of books
Waits for one who does
One who does keeps going
Gets knocked down, And
Gets up again
Embracing best self bs
One does not want
One has needs
Buddha tells us to leave them
To sit, to breathe, to be
One loves through time
One loves with money
One loves with physical affection
Christ tells us to love all
I’m not sure what inspired me today, but my poetry students have started their big project. For three weeks, they write and write and write. While it’s admittedly cool to see a poem spring forth fully formed and almost perfect, it is not the reality we (writers) face. Today, I got to see one of my students as she worked hard on a poem–ideas, snatches of phrases and images, attempt after attempt to get four perfect lines. When she showed me those four lines, I got chills.
I love teaching people to think, to communicate in different ways–I love seeing the lightbulb go off above their heads.
