Lineage

September 28

LINEAGE

People stand in the queue and I stare, lost in contemplation and compliance.  I weigh the conflicts and complications.  Is this the method to clear identification?  I think I am better known for the lines I’ve crossed, the times I press between warm souls and force myself to the area beyond.  How can I wait my turn for generational stew when the fruit trees bear life for those who break free from ruts and rumbles to bite deeply the flesh of the future?  I can’t stand here though I love so many in this line, I cannot love the line itself.  I must step through, breathe, stretch my legs and mind, take leave of grids and locks, to live a lonelier but healthier life, all caused by a change in direction.

Enjoy change like flowers before the fruit.

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Kicks

New balance is more than a brand of sneakers.

New balance is a joyful revelation

made possible through constant vigilance.

I am tap dancing into a vision,

no more soft shoed wishfulness.

I can lift my feet knowing I can keep my up right posture;

my musculature robust from climbing

the steps and accepting direction.

This bright tempo delights me;

I feel stretched, subtle, able-bodied.

Life off the balance beam offers me the world

in which to embrace my equilibrium.

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

Warhol Wouldn't Be

September 15

Warhol Wouldn’t Be

There is no trick to art.  If I work to make my pieces fit with the familiar I lose my individuality.  If I make what is truly me I fear there is no line in which to stand.  I must make the work, find the market, live life and die happy; all this with no map and a world filled with people who tell me what to do, but none who can guarantee the outcome.  My unwillingness to fight, to look at and feel the ugliness of life is at the core of my impediment. 

Except change then accept change

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LINEAGE

People stand in the cue and I stare,

Lost in contemplation and compliance

I weigh the conflicts and complications.

Is this the method to clear identification?

I think I am better known for the lines I’ve crossed,

The times I press between warm souls

And force myself to the area beyond.

How can I wait my turn for generational stew

When the fruit trees bear life for those who break free

From ruts and rumbles to bite deeply the flesh of the future?

I can’t stand here though I love so many in this line.

I cannot love the line itself.

I must step through, breathe,

Stretch my legs and mind.

Take leave of grids and locks

Living a lonelier but healthier life

All caused by a change in direction.

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