Tuesday, June 21, 2011

An Ode

To the Most Beautiful Return

Between my screen and the door, a surprise at my feet on opening
Paleo softly rubberbanded between myth and meaning and a flourescent blue post it
A blue gem of kind thoughts flowing
Gently a bottom lip bit

The most beautiful return looks like peace
The most beautiful return smells like wisdom
The most beautiful return tastes like sunshine
The most beautiful return sounds like feathers
The most beautiful return feels like water

A warmth that seldom is the product of social brevity
beaming even more now

 
 

Freewrite #2 - Media

On the media

Barren of restriction it oft seems and with rapacious swagger, barrelling its way through town like a hostile spirit on vacation. Go back to your haunt, I say, where you have developed a relationship with the inhabitants and there are a defined set of rules that you live by. That was long ago, I hear you plead. Generations ago, you say, back when standards limited action because standards actually existed. Besides, it has always been entertainment to some degree, you moan. Remember Murrow? Don't hold him up as a bearer of righteousness. An entertainer! Ta dah! You gloat. Just the facts, ma'am. Don't laugh at me, I plead. Allow an escape. With films, there is at least the notion of suspending disbelief. When reality's facts and opinions are entertainment, truth becomes a choice and belief a phantom.

 
 

Monday, June 20, 2011

Portrait Poem

I am versatile and caring.
I wonder when anxiety and cycling will cease holding hands.
I hear pops and clicks of plastic bones.
I see hopes and dreams forever intact.
I want my love to remain constant.
I am versatile and caring.

I pretend to fly when cruising down steep hills.
I feel tackled by optimism.
I touch soft whiskers of truths.
I worry that simplicity will forever escape me.
I cry because I miss someone dearly.
I am versatile and caring.

I understand individual differences.
I say that we can accommodate them all.
I dream a hairy and scary mixology of memories.
I try something new whenever possible.
I hope that knowledge will never constrain.
I am versatile and caring.

 
 

Freewrite #1 - Change

C is for canola oil, which I do not use. There is something soft about safflower oil that I prefer.

H is for halibut, which I rarely can afford. My mother turned me off of it with her homemade mayonnaise topping.

A is for apples, which I do not prefer in the summer. They fall in the Fall, so I eat them before they hit the ground.

N is for nutrition. It takes so much focus to get a balance. Don’t you agree?

G is for gout. Gout is a form of inflammatory arthritis that affects primarily the big toe. It has been called the “rich man’s” disease, because it is thought to be caused in part from excessive consumption of meat, seafood, alcohol, and fructose-sweetened beverages.

E is for eating, which everyone does. Some things we can change, but others we cannot. Try, though we may, it can be tough to not eat ourselves to an early grave.

 
 

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