I made a cage out of doom.
Thought, who am I
to change the world.
Believed that thought.
It’s not so much that
the doom dissolved,
no. It’s never been
more real. But the cage?
Just one story of just
one person who chooses
to stand up for integrity,
equality and peace
is enough to show
what one courageous
person can do.
Then the bars of that cage
bend enough for the most
courageous part of the self
to slip through. I’m not
saying it isn’t scary.
But this is how
one becomes two.
Posts Tagged ‘inspiration’
Poetic Lineage
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ars poetica, inspiration, interconnection, shel silverstein on September 9, 2024| 11 Comments »
Thank you Alice Ungerer,
for raising young children
alone in Alsace
after your husband died.
It could not have been easy,
especially during the German occupation.
Hard enough to raise one child,
much less four, even when
the world is at peace.
It’s no surprise your son Tomi
grew up to write political satire
considering how the Wehrmacht
requisitioned your home.
Is it strange for me to tell you, his mother,
I’m grateful he wrote erotica, too?
Did you know? Did he tell you?
Not that I’ve read it,
just that I know this is how he met
a Jewish man who grew up
poor in Chicago, son of immigrants
who ran a bakery that failed,
a man who became a cartoonist
for an erotic magazine.
Not that I’ve seen his erotic cartoons,
but they must have caught
your son’s interest because
he urged that man, Shel,
to start drawing for kids.
For kids. An erotic cartoonist.
Can you imagine?
Your son dragged him kicking
and screaming into the office
of Ursula Nordstrom,
an editor at Harper & Row,
who thought your son was right.
And Ursula encouraged Mr. Silverstein
to make books for kids like me,
poetry books in which terrible things happened
but playfulness was always possible,
even when the little blue engine
who looked up at the hill
crashed, even when the little girl
who didn’t get her pony
died, even when the man
who fell in love with a bagpipe
ended up lonely and alone.
And because your son encouraged Shel,
I read those books and laughed
and learned that poetry was fun
and the process was full of pleasure
even when the stakes were high.
Even when I write about the girl
who didn’t think she was good enough.
Even when I write about how the whole cherry crop
was ruined in one minute by hail.
Even when I write about the woman
whose son took his life.
Oh Alice Ungerer,
dear woman I will never know,
your life is so integral to mine.
I don’t know the color
of your hair or the aches
of your heart or what made
you leap up in joy, but
your choices have touched my life
so profoundly, and I thank you
for how my sensibilities have opened
into a longing to turn
toward the dark underbelly
and find a way not just to look there
but to play. I don’t know if you
can receive this, but I thank you, dear Alice,
great grandmother of my words.
The Opening
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged holiday mathis, inspiration, singing, sky, song on August 7, 2024| 5 Comments »
for Holiday, in the James Turrell Skyspace at Cheekwood Gardens
Each moment of the day
a song is looking for its singer—
song before the eyelids rise,
song of hunger, song of dream,
song of waiting for the phone to ring,
song of groping in the dark,
song of walking through the garden,
song of trying on silver hats,
song of seeing the city’s edge.
And still so often we miss the song,
but today when Holiday
opened her mouth and began
to sing of cumulonimbus,
her clear tune spiraled through the small
white room with such astonishing
rightness I brimmed with gold
and cloud and kin,
her bright-winged notes soaring
in my body like a murmuration,
and I opened like dawn, like sky,
as if when one person dares
to be found by the song of the moment
and sing it true, they teach
the rest of us how to do it, too,
how to sing, sing wild, sing
ourselves alive, as if
it’s what we’re here to do.
When It Looks Like the End
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cherry tree, growth, inspiration, mortality, stumpy, tree on April 1, 2024| 11 Comments »
for Stumpy, and maybe for you
To survive. To not only survive,
but to bring joy. To bloom despite
our own hollowing.
To bloom despite the erosion
of the world in which we grew.
I speak of a cherry tree, but
I also, perhaps, speak of you—
how you have made of your life
not just a stump, but a story.
How in hostile conditions,
despite brackish odds,
you’ve found the drive to grow.
How your words and your actions,
like cuttings, might take on a life
of their own—a legacy
of resilience that finds a home
in the soil of the lives still here.
In this way, you continue
to flourish and be known.
In this way you are not here
and ever here. Gone
and never gone. In this way
one life is a blossom that disappears
and returns on a branch not its own.
None of us live forever.
Still the chance to give the best of ourselves
away. This is how we go on.
for more information about Stumpy, the beloved cherry tree, visit here
Elegy for Laurie
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged elegy, humility, inspiration, Laurie James on September 19, 2022| 8 Comments »
“Who am I to inspire someone else and prod a good poem out of them? I don’t see myself in that light.” —Laurie James, poet, friend, performer, organizer, member of the tribe, in an interview with Eduardo Brummel, Write More Now, 2017
A cantankerous sparrow of a woman,
I imagine her rolling her eyes at death
as she lights up a cigarette and says,
“Let’s get on with it.”
A relentlessly generous bear of a woman,
already I hear rumors she’s visiting people
from the other side, asking them to dance.
She was the one who would build the nest
big enough for us all to fit.
She was the one who’d carve us a space—
carve it out of nothing, if that’s what she had—
so we could gather and rock each other’s worlds.
She was the one who knew the weight of moonlight,
the one who went from mute to muse.
She was the one with the mischievous smile,
the nomad with poems for a road.
She was the one who inspired us
to be family as we write.
She was perhaps the only one
who didn’t see herself in that light.
Inspiration
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged door, inspiration, poem, poetry on November 7, 2017| 2 Comments »
And then one day, everywhere you look,
a door, waiting for you to open it.
In the apple tree. In the parking lot.
in a blade of grass. In each stone.
Not that it appeared because you are here.
More that it always existed and now
you can see it. In the asphalt drive.
In the dotted line. In the telephone ring.
In the scent of lemon. And every door
a world you might choose to enter.
Kiss on the neck. Cloudy sky.
Magpie wing. News headline.
You can’t possibly enter them all.
Button hole. Rising bread.
Sometimes you can go back
and the door will still open. Sometimes,
even on the most familiar path,
you can never go back again.
One Not Quite Accident
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fire, inspiration, poem, poetry on September 5, 2016| 1 Comment »
Transfer
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged community, inspiration, poem, poetry, Telluride Arts on June 27, 2016| 1 Comment »
And if you are lucky, you might stand
in the place where the horses were loaded
before they were led to look for gold, for silver.
There are journeys you, too, wish to take,
though you know now that the journeys
you long for the most are often made
by pledging yourself to a place.
The old stone walls were built with flow in mind.
Even now, they keep nothing out—not the sunlight,
not the wind, not the curve of your imagination.
And every window is an invitation
to see the same beauty framed a new way.
What might be possible here? No way to pretend
to predict the infinite. Still, this chance
to show up, to serve our own passion
in a toast to potential, and to be humbled
by our own hearts so eager to be opened.
How to Find Some Poetry in Your Life?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged find the poetry in your life, inspiration, Mesa County Public Library, poetry, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer on October 2, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Join me in Grand Junction at the library this coming Monday, at 6 p.m. for a conversation/reading/presentation as part of their ongoing “Inspiring Presentations” series. Free!
Not Only on the Fourth of July
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged firework, inspiration, poem, poetry on July 4, 2015| 4 Comments »
not once
has a firework apologized
for being so bright—
like that, I think,
live like that