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Every journey begins somewhere. Where will this one start for you? #
Bud the Teacher
Inquiry & Reflection for Better Learning
photo credit: Frederic della Faille #
Every journey begins somewhere. Where will this one start for you? #
On the Road
This will never,
I’m afraid,
get any easier.
But that was never the point.
Was it?
We have words
to clarify ideas
that maybe
will always
be fuzzy.
Here’s one:
That I will always
struggle
wrestle
argue
and fight
with words
is perhaps the only thing that I am certain of
about writing.
And you will struggle, too.
Sometimes.
But I’ll fight with you
and you with me
and the words
may come.
Let’s try our best
to be ready.
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(Here goes …)
I’m convinced
the book is the picture that holds the fortunes of many;
Here, inside this form, a story unfolds,
and I unwrap myself from its tangle of words
in order to find the end of the sentence,
stranded here on the head of pin they call a period
while the world goes dancing on and
without me.
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What I Can’t See
It’s not what I see
when I hold up the book
that troubles
It’s what I’m afraid
I won’t see
when I remove it
For in the picture
she’s clearly not
standing in front of me
But when I lower
the edges what
fortune or pittance awaits
“Interwoven”
-Christine Cavalier
They have since
taken away
the root
and trimmed back
the ivy that shaded us.
But now the ivy grows
thick and fast
and just beyond our control
but that is
justice
for our own indulgence.
The green hearts
cannot seem to get
enough sun
no matter how
much we
filter the light
down to the optimal
nanometer that’s
thought best
for new leaves.
The seeds don’t come
in neat packets
anymore.
They iterate and
spread and
we are left
wondering
about the strength
of the structure
we provided.
When she left
she cut squares
[severe right angles--no room for disagreement in those sharp corners]
making windows
through plot lines
and now I won’t know
how the story ends.
On the other hand,
I no longer trip while I read.
Very nice — and the last stanza is just wonderful.
My Eye, the Camera Face
——————————-
These days,
I’m taking pictures.
Today is 90.
365 minus 90 more to go.
(but why stop?)
It’s a New Fun.
It’s also a New Learn.
A camera is a permanent eye.
It lets us see The Then, later on.
It lets us see The Now, in a different way.
It lets us see The Yet To Come, if we use our ‘magination.
New views:
Some small.
Some grand.
Some in-between the lines inferred.
Some be never seen,
Without the camera.
But,
Without the camera between us
and the world,
We can also see sometimes more.
Camera Face can be so awkward.
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a portal of poetry I never expected
to climb through
words that belong to me
and cause me to breathe
in serenity
“There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away.”
…Emily Dickinson…
Here with you and yours
I can step through the looking glass
And keep on looking for my views
Oh what a garden does for my green
Soft growth cushion to lay down my mind
And dream
Open is the world when the columns leave
And up is limitless blue
And down is this native earth
The frigate streams billowed with airs
That mingle and mend and wend my winds
To hover higher lighter than cares…
Corporeal I’m blessed with this living body
Breathing breath that springs my spirit
Inner is outer and calming is vast
A moment in an eyelid and an eyelash is flash
Flesh is my animal and blood is my animus
I see and I am corpuscular
Surround me are flowers and they breathe light
From 93 million miles… a fire away
8 minutes is a long distance to our nearest star
I hop on that frigate and wham I am away…
But the smile on my face tells me muscular
I am here in this pretty garden with you…
Thank you, Emily…
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