FATHER
not all have.
we all need.
i wish this wasn’t so.
a daughter in blood.
i didn’t know him,
but am of him.
a daughter in heart.
I know him,
but am not of him.
These fathers I claim.
loved.
sacrificed.
believed.
I am my fathers.
a visible image of God
not all have
we all need.
I wish this wasn’t so.
our father…
our father?
your father.
my father.
chameleon fathers
how can we define?
-Previously my blog has been simply for a rep. class and also for updates on a YWAM adventure however…here begins a new season. I would like to start posting some poetry and/or other thoughts. I don’t know that anyone knows about my blog or that anyone reads it but, if by chance you do, I hope you find it meaningful.
The Lords Prayer…(sec. 1)
OUR
shared
together
united
a unit
yours and mine?
me and you?
linked
connected
both
traced
yours and mine?
me and you?
It is bitter sweet, this closing of the semester. I feel I now have some what of nostalgic feelings towards its’ start. Although I feel release, closure, freedom, I still, somewhere in my heart, don’t want it end. Something in me wants to start over, not because I was unsatisfied but because I just want a little more time. I get lost in my mind a lot and end up forgetting to embrace what’s in front of me. Maybe as I continue to perform this piece I will start to embrace each moment, to hug those around me, to fully enjoy each gaze, each movement, each gesture…for they may here now, but soon they will be only a distant memory. This page too, shall be turned, remembered.
-In this piece I am myself, only, maybe transformed into another day and age. I would like to think that my personality and characteristics have not changed. I am still me. I am still corky. I am the same in years but maybe not in attitude. As I am dancing I want to represent the world I come from, and all the while dance in and among the stories of other classmates, perhaps of other generations. Together we play and interact as if we were a collage of ages past. Maybe, in this way, we might have a glimpse of the interactions between generations that never got to happen, never got to live together.
-Perhaps my hug changes every time…
-Maybe each encounter is a chance to recall a past memory in our lives…as if looking through an old photo album.
-Are we a yearbook? Floating Poloroids? Home videos? High school reunion?
Dear Coral:
A wish is a dream
your heart makes.
The heart is busy.
It has to be a factory
of dreams and keep you alive/
Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub.
You should thank it.
You should help it.
Do some wish work
yourself. Don’t tell me
school takes too much time.
It’s never too early to start.
You can make wishes
while you do other things.
AT recess, on a bus,
waiting wish your mom in line
at a store. You can be discreet.
No one will know
while they talk and you nod
that you’re strengthening
your wish muscles
in their secret place.
It will make people like you.
Your cake will be the moistest.
When they say so you’ll be
happy and smile
is your umbrella.
You need it for a rainy day.
You need it like a fish
needs a bicycle.
Don’t make that face
that looks like you’re thinking.
Don’t you want to go places?
Wish for the right one.
Don’t get the wrong one.
Dumb rusty bike fish didn’t
say she wants. Be careful
or it’s like that. Wish hard.
Keep practicing. Bike or no bike
you have to ride that thing
the rest of your life.
-Laura Spagnoli
“My Dazzledent Days”
Notes on the movie…
-I must get the lift with Molly right! It looks silly.
-I need to work out moments I feel awkward in. i.e. the beginning leg swing, the sword fight transition to the floor, the lift, the eyes closed moment…
-I think all our movements could be larger!!
-I need to learn how to soak up each moment without getting behind on the counts
-I need to find my focus. What am I looking at? Who am I looking at? Why?
-Love the mixing and mingling
-Costumes are superb!
-It looks like fun, so we should make sure we actually have FUN!!!
