Poem 2

We look at life through a telescope

we do not know that we do this

we think that what we see is the truth,

Or at most—through a single pane of glass,

but it is not

it is a context and a vision of a part of the whole

it is not the whole

Poem 1

We see things through filters and frames

We see as through a telescope or a kaleidoscope

All those mirrors and beads and baubles interfere

between the object and the subject

we do not regard with our naked eye

we look through culture and language—

through expectation and former events

desires that we do not all share

and ideals that we polish with our good intentions

Poem a day

So, I've decided to work on writing a poem a day for  a month. To be honest, a friend is doing it and I thought it was cool...so I'm copying her.

Letting go

How do we give our worries to God, when we are concerned with what He will do with them? I am struggling with this a lot right now; this trusting that God has the best plans, that he is in fact capable of caring for our worries. I don't want to give my worries over, I want to keep being worried about them, and what's more I want to fix them in my own way, doesn't matter that I have no idea how.

I'm scared that what I think is good will not be what God thinks is best, and I don't know how to reconcile this.

time for the vacation to end

I feel like I haven't done anything in weeks. It has been good, but it is time for the vacation to end. I have a room to organize and reading to read and writing to write. I feel like I've forgotten how to think, or do anything that matters. So it's time for me to shut the computer, pick up the books and papers littering my room, and get the desk into some kind of functional.

things I like

Having the windows on my computer screen organized
New words-- storm-broken
Christmas music, but not Christmas presents
Christmas cards and secrets
subtlety and story
thusly...
highlighter eraser
there in the dark
I'll ride you like an ark
the port is in sight
thinking in French,
but only for grammar or maths
snow!

pearls of tears

The stories are sad,
nearly all of them,
they string my tears together
like a rope of pearls.

stringing Irish pearls II

As I work on various final projects it helps to keep a stream of distractions going...
so back to Emmanuel
and on to Anne Enright
crumplecrumplecrumple
cat on the bed on the papers
hold her ear
speechifying
I need to drink more water
being a Christian is not individual--
it's being Christ
here, have your own paper...purr
snow is coming!
snow is coming!
I'm so excited!
I'm not a historian -
I'm a storyteller.
a tired storyteller

stringing Irish pearls

Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice!
grey skies
exile/redemption
Maria--like pariah
age of Enlightenment
lunar society
mmmm melon!
tea and cookies
expense reports and accountability
Jonah and the whale and cultural identity
too in depth!
way too in depth...
I <3 google maps
rearranging room
seeing the moon
Christmas music
streams of mercy
never ceasing
call for loudest songs of praise
straight not strait
punctuation . . .
registration . . .
tune my heart to sing Thy praise
on Christmas Day?
Enniskillen sound gallery!
Partition and the Pogues
Remembrance Day Bomb
place specific
longing
deathstar?
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice
Emmanuel has come
to ransom captive Israel
save
itchy ear! itchy ear!
gray text?! what?
tears
night one--done

Just discovered a new favourite poet!

Catherine Brogan on the War Poetry website:


http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/northern_ireland.html