Found Poem # 3 – Truth


As promised I will continue to write Found Poems. Please note the attributions.

 

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She reaches up to wash the sky with pale blue

so it will be ready when you need it

Exploring the world within

Is only possible when you are true

the poet said to thyself be true

 

In the corners of my mind,

I watch the clouds move in

Hoping for the cleansing rain they might bring

We need truth to prevail

Clean and fresh to drench our souls

With aromas real and natural

Not the alternatives, no , no

 

We have to learn quiet again

All of us in unison

Still and determined

To reach up and paint a sun filled sky

And not forget to ask, “Why?”

 

Attributes

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/70181445/posts/4420

https://patcegan.wordpress.com/2017/01/28/growing-courage/

https://patcegan.wordpress.com/2017/01/28/our-unknown/

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/53424024/posts/20163

https://jeffschwaner.com/2016/11/26/conversations-i/

 

 

 

Eyes


“Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way” -Pablo Neruda

Josephina's eyes

I am convinced that looking into a person’s eyes can lead you to interpretation of someone’s sadness, joy, confusion, depression, and even sanity. Lately, I have trying to capture the essence emotions when I photograph someone. My beautiful baby granddaughter has captivating eyes. I love to watch her look into her mother’s eyes. Her curiosity is astounding for a five month old infant. She examines her surroundings and then will look at you at if to ask what is this or where am I.

Of course, I am not original in my fascination with eyes and what they can reveal. Many photographers try to capture the essence of their subjects’ eyes. I will follow suit by taking photographs of people’s eyes in the next few weeks. If you have a photograph that you would like to share please post it on your blog with a tag or #Eyes are Poems.

The following is a poem I wrote many years ago as I watched my students taking a standarizied test which they had to pass as a graduation requirement.

EYES

Some bright and alert

Some showing delight

Most saddened

too tired to fight

Some inquisitive

Some barely interested

Some totally frustrated

Many questons

fewer answers

loaded questions

ambiguity intensive

questions no one asked them before

And I was expected to ask them even more

Their eyes said it all

their torment clear

I watch and learn

they taught me more

about how

tests cause true fear.

Melba Christie 2001

“The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter – often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter – in the eye.” Charlotte Brontë

Lessons


 

 

 

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Lessons

by Melba Christie (c) 2013

                                                                                                                                                                      

we look to our teachers

when questions puzzle the mind

embrace their wisdom

          

 

Will We Be Ready?


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Essential question:

Will we be ready?

Ready for what?

To be who we are supposed to be.

Response:

What do you mean?

I am who I am.

I am who I am supposed to be.

Rationale?

We are suppose to be

a seed,

to breed love

unconditionally.

We are suppose to be

a dance,

choreographed with perfect

movements, creating

expressions of

deep empathy, and

the essence of what

life is all about.

We are supposed to be

a soothing song of springtime.

We are supposed to be the composer

who delves deep into our hearts

to help us find our very own arias

and makes us listen closely to the beats

that mark our time on this earth.

Internal Question:

Wow! Will I be ready?

Answer:

You bet!

 

 

I thought this was my life


I thought this was my life
but I was so wrong
the pictures on the wall always tell the truth

but the mirror in my hand never lies
we all know how time flies

I thought this was my life
but I was so wrong
it belonged to others all along

I thought this was my life
but I was wrong
As I begin a new journey
I must be strong

I thought this was my life
but I was wrong
I see another me

A future not foretold
life has just begun
A fulfilled destiny
of new memories have sprung

I feel my life’s a world wind
spinning round and round
hoping to stop
where destinations can be found

I thought this was my life
but I was so wrong
a new lease has been issued
with no expiration date
because I finally learned
to live without the threat of fate.

longlife