a new little poem

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:

Quiet Wonder

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.

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7 Quick Takes, travel edition

Check out the collection of other 7 Quick Takes Friday posts, hosted at Jennifer Fulwiler’s blog, Conversion Diary

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Dallas.

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Laundry.

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Dallas.

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Laundry.

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Kansas City.

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Laundry.

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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.

a little song, a little dance

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 love to squat on YouTube

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…