Haiku #27

Man-made connection
bridging beauty of two lands…
a walk of wonder.

bridge

Do you have a great mind?

I came across this quote by Marc & Angel the other day and just loved how it was phrased, “Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, and small minds gossip about people.”

To read their entire article and to check out their blog, click here.

A Source of Inspiration

I never envisioned that my poetry would inspire someone else to create a piece of art, so I was surprised when a talented friend of mine (Patrick Lydon) decided to write some music based on a poem I had written.  Both the poem and the music were created in 2009.

The two musical creations:

Rainy Rainbow Day (mp3)

Lost and Insecure (mp3)

 

The original poem:

One-Hour Drive

It’s relaxing to drive
under the sprinkles,
listening to the radio
as you watch the rainbow
come out of the golden-vanilla sky
that’s semi-polluted
with chemicals
and you think to yourself,
“what a wonderful life.”

A road full of strangers
with one common goal,
the desire, the need, the want
to go some place,
to belong somewhere.

As they move forward,
spurts of water
splash your window,
blocking your vision,
leaving you behind.

The sky becomes grayer.
Life becomes bluer
as you stare at the massive freeways
looming above your head,
realizing how beautiful,
strong and solid they are,
how small and fragile you are,
sitting in your stylish little car.
And The Fray comes on,
“You found me, you found me …
lost and insecure.”

Climbing to Great Heights at Castle Rock State Park

I read this quote on one of Marc and Angel’s post, “Climb a mountain so you can see the world, not so the world can see you,” and it reminded me of my first and so far (only) experience going outdoor rock climbing, which was an amazing experience. I wanted to relive that experience and share that with you.

Jenuine Inspiration

I have always enjoyed indoor rock climbing because it feels empowering.  Having your mind communicate with your body, watching your arms and legs crawl up the rock, and finally reaching the top is rewarding.  It’s definitely not a motion that you do in everyday life.  I had dreamed of taking that hobby outdoors, but never acted upon it until I saw a Groupon for Treks and Tracks and decided to take a climb.  Yesterday was my big milestone day and I definitely didn’t regret it.  The experience was awesome (I mean every sense of that word and am not just using that adjective because it sounds cool).

Daniel, the co-owner of Treks and Tracks, was our guide for the day, so he emailed the group a list of things to bring and a description of what to expect 2 days before the event.  Knowing that we would be taking a…

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Shaping Life

clay bobblehead
Blue, green, pink, peach, white
rectangular blocks of clay
sitting on your desk
beckoning to come alive.

It’s silent and dark,
the spotlight
is on you
as you peel back
the plastic
and knead the clay
over and over
in your palms
until the clay is soft
and your fingers hurt.

Slowly you shape
the legs, mold the torso,
add the shoes,
check the size,
make sure you’re satisfied.

Add the chest, mold the arms,
ensure it stands upright,
mix some pink, mix some white,
mix some yellow too,
now you have a skin-like peach
that works, that works for you.

Work your fingers, mold the face,
shape the nose, the ears, the eyes,
envision what you had envisioned
in your mind.

Take it, bake it, make it
come to life.  Draw the eyes,
add a smile, dot some hair,
add a spring, he’ll bobble,
glad to be here, glad to be alive.

 

Swirls and Stars

Are you poetically inclined
to change my mind,
with words and phrases
and changing phases –
Winter, spring, summer, fall,
life, love, sadness and all?

To laugh, to cry,
to laugh and cry,
to fail, to try,
to try and fail.

It’s bittersweet
when nothing remains
as you cringe in pain
in the pounding rain,
bleeding in shame,
wondering what
you had done wrong.

Too short
to find happiness,
long enough
to cherish memories.

Loving pain,
hating love,
needing both.

The oxymoron
where shadows mix
with sunlit rays.
Metaphors and similes
don’t change a thing.
Touch my life.
Yeah, right.

I know the truth,
hidden deeper
and deeper
in my mind,
reflected in
your sparkling eyes,

a heart-shaped
teardrop
above your lips,
whispering words
of comfort,
to cover thoughts
of pain.

Yes, I know.
Are you still
poetically inclined
to change my mind?

Marina Memories

Hand in hand, walking along the beach
as our feet sink into the warm, soft sand.
Is this what lovers do
as they watch waves crashing
against the shore?

Cascading patterns of beauty,
moving back and forth,
proceeding with weight
and density,
receding with transparent
clarity.

Mixed with the gentle breeze of the wind,
it’s like a musical dance of nature.
Refreshing foams of water
melt into the arms of the soft sand,
an endearing moment
repeated throughout time,
a truly magnetic wonder
that attracts both man and bird alike.

Flirting with danger,
they touch the tip of the wave,
a sensational feeling of ice.
Overwhelmed by its intensity,
they run to shore,
afraid to be sucked in deeper,
yet tempted
by the unknown,
they return…

and we stare…

mesmerized.