I'm not sure of the title of this piece and I'm not sure of how I want to arrange the stanzas. I've tried several different arrangements but I couldn't get this to indent when I typed it straight in.
Emerald moss gently hugging slender branches
as they arch up to the misty moon
while no one glances.
Lest they see a dewdrop form
before the warm sun rises
on the early morn
When beast and sparrow
sing their welcome
on the morrow.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Truth in the Mirror
I know lying is wrong. I know stealing from others is wrong. I learned it all in the bathroom mirror when I was seven.
“Ding, ding!” sang the bell on the Popsicle truck. “Ding, ding”.
I ran for home to ask Mom, “Can I buy a popsicle?”
“No, “ Mom says. “We’re going to have dinner in a few minutes.” She turns back to the hot stove, working hard to get everything ready before Dad gets home from work. She’s not paying attention to me as I crawl up on the piano bench and slip a quarter from her purse.
I run as fast as I can to the corner where the popsicle truck has stopped. The tinkley music plays as I give the man the quarter. “I want a cherry bomb” I tell him. I blow into the paper cover and tear the paper away. I have to quickly start licking the icy cherry bomb as it drips and melts in the hot August sun. I gobble it down as I walk back to the house.
Daddy drives up and after he puts his lunch box and thermos on the counter Mom calls us to dinner. As we sit down at the table everyone is looking at me. Mom takes one look at me as asks, “Teri, did you get a popsicle after I told you no?”
“No, Mom”, I say as I shake my head. Does she know? How could she know? Nobody saw me.
“Look at me. Are you sure you didn’t eat a popsicle?”
“Uh,uh” I say, as my eyes widen and my head drops.
“Okay” she says. “Go look in the bathroom mirror”. What? I slowly scoot my chair back and walk down the hall to the bathroom. As I stand on my tiptoes and peer into the mirror I know I am in big trouble. My lips and chin are stained cherry bomb red! My brother and sister are silent, eyes big and heads down.
“Oh boy, I’m really going to get it now” I think as I sit back at the table.
“Now, says Mom. “Did you eat a popsicle before dinner?”
“Yea” I whisper.
“Where did you get the money?” Mom demands.
There was no use lying now - double trouble! “Out of your purse”, I mumble, afraid to speak any louder. I know what I did was wrong. I was excused from the table to go wash my hands and face and wait in my room for what would come next.
I’m lucky my parents loved me enough to teach me right from wrong. Instead of the spanking I deserved my parents shared their disappointment in my behavior and high expectations for future behavior with me. They helped me become a more responsible person.
I know lying is wrong. I know stealing from others is wrong. I learned it all in the bathroom mirror.
“Ding, ding!” sang the bell on the Popsicle truck. “Ding, ding”.
I ran for home to ask Mom, “Can I buy a popsicle?”
“No, “ Mom says. “We’re going to have dinner in a few minutes.” She turns back to the hot stove, working hard to get everything ready before Dad gets home from work. She’s not paying attention to me as I crawl up on the piano bench and slip a quarter from her purse.
I run as fast as I can to the corner where the popsicle truck has stopped. The tinkley music plays as I give the man the quarter. “I want a cherry bomb” I tell him. I blow into the paper cover and tear the paper away. I have to quickly start licking the icy cherry bomb as it drips and melts in the hot August sun. I gobble it down as I walk back to the house.
Daddy drives up and after he puts his lunch box and thermos on the counter Mom calls us to dinner. As we sit down at the table everyone is looking at me. Mom takes one look at me as asks, “Teri, did you get a popsicle after I told you no?”
“No, Mom”, I say as I shake my head. Does she know? How could she know? Nobody saw me.
“Look at me. Are you sure you didn’t eat a popsicle?”
“Uh,uh” I say, as my eyes widen and my head drops.
“Okay” she says. “Go look in the bathroom mirror”. What? I slowly scoot my chair back and walk down the hall to the bathroom. As I stand on my tiptoes and peer into the mirror I know I am in big trouble. My lips and chin are stained cherry bomb red! My brother and sister are silent, eyes big and heads down.
“Oh boy, I’m really going to get it now” I think as I sit back at the table.
“Now, says Mom. “Did you eat a popsicle before dinner?”
“Yea” I whisper.
“Where did you get the money?” Mom demands.
There was no use lying now - double trouble! “Out of your purse”, I mumble, afraid to speak any louder. I know what I did was wrong. I was excused from the table to go wash my hands and face and wait in my room for what would come next.
I’m lucky my parents loved me enough to teach me right from wrong. Instead of the spanking I deserved my parents shared their disappointment in my behavior and high expectations for future behavior with me. They helped me become a more responsible person.
I know lying is wrong. I know stealing from others is wrong. I learned it all in the bathroom mirror.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Oops!
Evidently I didn't follow directions. I posted before I asked for specific help on my 23.2 Seconds piece. The more I think about the piece the more I think I could have added additional details, but I didn't want it to be too long. Also, I'm not sure about the ending. I seem to have problems with endings. Any feedback you may have is appreciated.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
23.2 Seconds
Crouched on the edge of the starting block, muscles wound tight like a spring, waiting for the crack of the starter’s gun. Swimmers, on your mark … BANG! The clock starts at the sound; almost simultaneously with swimmers knifing into the pool with just a hint of a splash. Air bubbles race from nostrils, seeking the surface as the body is forced through the water. Arms slice into the water. Cupped hands pull back. Legs and feet kick out a rhythm, throwing droplets of water into the air. Breathing syncopated with whirling arms. Stroke, pull, kick, breathe. Stroke, pull, kick, breathe. The body is propelled through the churning aqua water.
The lane markers bob up and down as swimmers fly through the water. The arm stretches forward to hit the wall, head down, legs curled, flip turn and push-off. The power in the thrust of uncoiled muscles takes the body half a pool length, like a spear thrust through the air. Water glides off the head as it breaks the water’s surface. Stroke, pull, kick, breathe. Stroke, pull, kick breathe. As a hand slams on the wall the splash rains down on the deck and the clock stops. Only fifty yards and 23.2 seconds from start to finish.
The lane markers bob up and down as swimmers fly through the water. The arm stretches forward to hit the wall, head down, legs curled, flip turn and push-off. The power in the thrust of uncoiled muscles takes the body half a pool length, like a spear thrust through the air. Water glides off the head as it breaks the water’s surface. Stroke, pull, kick, breathe. Stroke, pull, kick breathe. As a hand slams on the wall the splash rains down on the deck and the clock stops. Only fifty yards and 23.2 seconds from start to finish.
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