Sunday, April 5, 2009

Sand Carvings


When the tourists are gone sand is carved by...
the crash of the waves
the gusts of the wind
the steps of the gull
the sideways tracks of the crab
the slowly growing blades of grass
the dying jellies
the weight of gravity
the strength of the storm
the melting and refreezing of ice
the weight of the wild mare's hoof
the beak of the plover
the discarded shell

When the tourists return the beach is carved by...
the weight of the cooler
the steps of the flip-flip
the spike of the umbrella
the kids' shovels
the kids' pails
the litters of food
the beaching boogie board
the discarded cigarette butt
the lost cell phone
the fresh porta-potty
the four wheel drive vehicle
the rented bike

When the tourists leave again:
the waves, the wind, the gull,
the crab, the grass, the jellies,
the gravity, the storm, the ice.
the mare, the plover, and the shell...
reclaim what is theirs.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Don't ask me why I'm alone

Don't ask me why I am alone
because I really don't know.
I look in the mirror
but the answers don't show.

Am I too ugly?
Am I too fat?
Am I too pretty?
Is my chest too flat?

Don't ask my why I don't date
I swear I don't hate men
I'm not very militant and
I'm not a lesbian.

Do I hold back to much?
Do I let too much go?
Am I too guarded in my feelings?
Or do I let too much show?

Don't ask me if I'll ever get married
Because I haven't got a clue.
As to whether I can be happy
Should marriage be an issue?

Can I find the right person?
Should I even look?
Is looking even the answer?
Maybe I should just go read a book.

The beginning...

A wise poet once said "creative expression is the need of my soul"
I seek only to express that for which I have no outlet and hope only that someone will deem it worth their time to read.

I was born with a mind full of questions into a world that often lacks logical answers:
Will I ever find love?
Will I ever be sucessful?
Will I ever get the laundry done?

And given the gift of creativity, without a way of using it other than:
stacking paintings in my closet
filing drawings under my bed
and storing scraps of writing in half used notebooks.

This is my first step towards pulling it all together.
maybe if I can discipline myself to do this
to post everyday
to write on a regular basis
then I can make a difference in how my work ends up, and who deems it worth viewing.