Juxtapisition

July 28

JUXTAPOSITION

Right next to this world is the globe that I came from.  The landmarks are similar but these spheres have little in common.  The angle of refraction illuminates the place of my origin.  The source of this light is legend.  On my home planet, the existence of sobriety is cast off as myth.  I held on to this tale with my heart.  I slipped the gravitational bonds of crazy one night by the glow of the ready button on the coffeepot.  Here and there intersect at only one point, a room with some chairs and a circle with a triangle.  The meeting was on Step One and it was a good place to jump in.

Put a leaf on your tongue just for fun.

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Clap

I know how to put my hands together,

but I am unable to clap.

It’s not that my palms can’t locate each other;

it’s that I cannot find the beat.

I sing; lilting rhythms rolling from my tongue.

I keep time and drum the tattoo of jingle dress dance songs,

but when my hand comes against its mate something is off.

Faltering nuance plays havoc with my exuberant desire.

I want to join the crowd in syncopated applause,

yet my brain drops out.

Because the gap is too far to leap

I must walk around to the other side

and by then I’ve lost the moment,

the world has moved on without me.

I used to think I needed to run my routine a little faster,

but now I realize I need to learn to leap the gap

and trust the beat to find me.

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

Cicatrix and Love

July 18

Cicatrix and Love

The mark left by injury is indelible though it may heal, the consequence remains.  This is also true of love.  I am branded and changed by your affection.  The improvement wrought in me does not leave when you do.  If you stop loving me, can no longer remember my name, my face, my sigh; I am better for having had your love if only for a short time.  Good medicine offers lasting results; the miracle of your love is my health.  The blush in my cheek, the revitalization I feel is traceable to you, to the days you held me in your heart and the nights you held me in your arms.  And though I want you back in my world the best of you lives on in my life.

Slice time with your thoughts and peer through the pieces

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JUXTAPOSITION

Right next to this world is the globe that I came from.

The landmarks are similar but these spheres have little in common

The angle of refraction illuminates the place of my origin

The source of this light is legend.

On my home planet, the existence of sobriety is cast off as myth.

I held onto this tale with my heart.

I slipped the gravitational bonds of Crazy one night

By the glow of the ready button on the coffee pot.

Here and there intersect at only one point

A room with some chairs and a circle with a triangle.

The meeting was on step one

And it was a good place to jump in.

You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

Juxtaposition

July 28

JUXTAPOSITION

Right next to this world is the globe that I came from.  The landmarks are similar but these spheres have little in common.  The angle of refraction illuminates the place of my origin.  The source of this light is legend.  On my home planet, the existence of sobriety is cast off as myth.  I held on to this tale with my heart.  I slipped the gravitational bonds of crazy one night by the glow of the ready button on the coffeepot.  Here and there intersect at only one point, a room with some chairs and a circle with a triangle.  The meeting was on Step One and it was a good place to jump in.

Put a leaf on your tongue just for fun.

*

Clap

I know how to put my hands together,

but I am unable to clap.

It’s not that my palms can’t locate each other;

it’s that I cannot find the beat.

I sing; lilting rhythms rolling from my tongue.

I keep time and drum the tattoo of jingle dress dance songs,

but when my hand comes against its mate something is off.

Faltering nuance plays havoc with my exuberant desire.

I want to join the crowd in syncopated applause,

yet my brain drops out.

Because the gap is too far to leap

I must walk around to the other side

and by then I’ve lost the moment,

the world has moved on without me.

I used to think I needed to run my routine a little faster,

but now I realize I need to learn to leap the gap

and trust the beat to find me.

Juxtaposition

July 28

JUXTAPOSITION


Right next to this world is the globe that I came from. The landmarks are similar but these spheres have little in common. The angle of refraction illuminates the place of my origin. The source of this light is legend. On my home planet, the existence of sobriety is cast off as myth. I held on to this tale with my heart. I slipped the gravitational bonds of crazy one night by the glow of the ready button on the coffeepot. Here and there intersect at only one point, a room with some chairs and a circle with a triangle. The meeting was on Step One and it was a good place to jump in.


Put a leaf on your tongue just for fun.