Flung World

This poem came as a result for me reflecting on a dance piece I sound designed years ago. It was my fist foray into design work and I had a helluva time with it. These are the reflections some years later. 

flung-world

Drums beating,

Rhythm pounding

Chaos ensues.

Bodies flailing

Hissing echoes,

Droning incessantly.

Sweat flying,

Minds and

Bodies exhausted.

Pounding drums,

Uneven rhythms,

Scalding anger.

Doing nothing,

Can’t fix

My errors.

A slave

To these

Rampant emotions.

Eyes burning,

Ears pounding,

Mind throbbing.

Radiating disappointment,

Dark eyes

Stare straight

Through me.

Chilling, sickening.

I’m hopeless.

Boyfriend can’t

Be seen.

No time.

He listens

As I

Rant constantly.

He smiles,

Says I’m

Doing great.

He doesn’t

Know her.

The anger

Utterly paralyzing

Utterly terrifying.

Music’s dead.

Finally, a

Break through.

Music’s right.

I sigh,

Lean back

And smile.

My boy

Is right.

I’m okay.

Cheryl’s right

Too. It’s

Truly a

flung-world. 

Future

Sometimes when I sit alone in quiet, my brain starts thinking of my future plans and I wonder whether or not I will be successful in them. This is a poem about my success or failure. 

Sometimes I sit here
As the day goes by
And often I wonder
Will I succeed before I die?

So many plans
Go 'round in my head
Will they be accomplished
Before I am dead?

Success and failure
A path I live
Torn between the two
To which do I give?

When I look ahead
What do I see?
Success or failure
Which will it be?

Will all work out
Or will it crash and burn?
The better outcome
Is what I yearn.

No one can say
Which it will be
Whatever outcome
Is chosen for me. 

Soul Saving

On a road trip to South Jersey, this little Haiku popped into my head. I was doing a lot of thinking about life and its meaning. As I was a passenger in the car, I found something extremely liberating in the feeling of the wind in my face. Here is the result. 

Rushing wind blows free
Cleansing my soul, freeing me
Exhilaration. 

The Road Not Taken

This was inspired by me contemplating my life. A short blank verse that came to mind. 

Quickly passing by
Scenery whizzes past
The road often travelled
Full of holes is sometimes
The best and most adventurous
Path.

You can never under estimate
The path most travelled.
Sometimes the most
Familiar of things holds
The deepest of treasures.

The Road Most Taken

This small poem jumped into my head while rollerblading this afternoon. It's called the Road Most Taken because I've realized I don't need new adventures, sometimes the familiar can be its own adventure. 

Quickly passing by,
Scenery whizzing past,
The road often travelled
Full of holes is sometimes
The best and most adventurous
Path.

You can never underestimate
The path most travelled.
Sometimes the most
Familiar of things holds
The deepest of treasures.

Darkness Turns Into Light

So I'm officially doing the 30 poems in 30 days for the month of April. This is my second poem in the challenge. It was inspired by a dear friend of mine saving my lesson for next week by responding to one of my letters. I now have something to model for my students. Sometimes it is the smallest acts that mean the most. 

A long lonely night,
Dark and grim,
Made a bit brighter,
The light a little less dim.

What makes the change
From darkness to light?
From despair to hope
That sparks you to fight?

A friendly face?
The kindest of acts?
The warmth of a hug?
A small loving fact?

Maybe it's all,
Or maybe it's none,
But in your despair
Something reminds you of fun.

Mostly for me,
It's seeing a face
So filled with love
It shines with God's grace.

The hug of a friend,
A gentle hello,
Is the light through the dark
Where alone, you daren't go. 

Why? A poem examining life

A dear friend of mine recently let me know she is seriously ill and I have been contemplating life and how insane it is. I honestly don't know how to deal with the stress of this situation because there is absolutely nothing I can do about it or for her. That being said, I have write this poem entitled "Why?" as a way to explore my stress.

Why? 
Why is there death?
Why not eternal life?
Why so much pain
And far too much strife?

How to we know
The life we live,
Balance the take
With how much we give?

How come our world
Can end on a sigh,
When just one hello
Can end with goodbye?

And how do we know
The life of our soul
Balance good and evil
And achieve our goal?

How can we control
Who touches our life
Who helps us to be
And who helps us to fight?

How do we stop
Our feelings so deep
What ones to let go,
And which ones to keep?

How do we managed
To take pain away
Rid it from love
For more then a day?

And how to we keep
Away the fear,
Of the suffering of someone
We hold most dear?

And why does our
Anguish turn to pain
When crisis hits us
And fear we can't tame?

Why is life
Filled with ups and downs,
Emotions and terrors
Smiles and frowns?

And how to I managed
To always keep hold
Through this thing called life
As events unfold?