I’m at Catholic Lane again this week with a poem about rocking chairs, and little ones in it. And then suddenly, they aren’t anymore. I was thinking about this a little more after seeing pictures of one niece going to her high school homecoming (she’s a beauty) and another niece (she’s a cutie) celebrating a birthday and following in her big cousins’ footsteps. Sigh.
But it’s a sigh in a good way.
Anyway, here’s a little teaser for the poem…you can read it all here:
The rocking chair’s gentle embrace
Held you and me in its slow pace
Suspended, in both time and place.
As I, in quiet wonder, said a prayer.
Check out the collection of other 7 Quick Takes Friday posts, hosted at Jennifer Fulwiler’s blog, Conversion Diary.
The Washing Machine
I complain about the laundry
more than my dirty clothes deserve.
It’s a matter of functionality
to wash clothes.
I mean, it’s not like
I’m beating anything against
a rock in the blazing sun.
[read the rest here]
I had to write a poem to get this out of my system.
I’ve got some songs playing
in the background while I clean
up around the house.
It’s the usual stuff, loud,
with a thrumming beat
that keeps me company.
Today I’m not inclined to pick
a favorite and play it on repeat
until I don’t even hear it anymore.
Instead, I hit the shuffle button
and trust that what comes up
will be just the right inspiration.
So I surrender to the music and
let it take me to places in my heart
that I never even considered.
There, I found a companion in
the rhythm that matched the beating
of my own heart.
Or maybe it’s the other way around
and my heart aligned itself
with the song.
I especially love it when it is actually work. I created a fantastic presentation for class today, and ended with this music video of Queen Latifah. Okay, so a little weird, but it worked beautifully with the lesson about poetry, and Emily Dickinson’s quote,
“If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”
If you watch the video, you’ll see how Al Green’s head is so affected by his emotion that he can’t contain himself. Anyway, I guess you had to be there…