Endless Pasta

November 29

ENDLESS PASTA

Having limits in a seemingly limitless universe makes me feel horribly inadequate.  I am a sad little creature in the face of overwhelming tasks.  Pressure and unwarranted ego compress my ability and eager disposition.  I am forced to see there are chores outside my qualifications and willingness. Going on in the face of crushing requirements extrudes my life force into a plateful of capellini lying exposed with no gravy to keep me warm.  It is hard to realize, in this world of wonder and delight a plate of naked spaghetti can’t do it all.

Put a penny in your sock.

*

Relay

I have waited so long for the chase, the trap,

the dig a ditch for safety, to be over and here we are;

ringed, safe and surrounded.

Now the sweet work of living the life

we have striven for, striven to.

I now long to be my best, do my best,

for you are the best for me and I am the best for you.

I tense and press against the blocks;

the race I wish to run,

but all I knew was to wait.

Vlog:  http://youtu.be/Hl6Vd8z-p3c

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

Driveway Time

November 19

DRIVEWAY TIME

Layer after layer of blue stack the sky, the moon risen and the sun dipping away.  I wait for the twin lights, the constellation of headlights---my ride to the meeting.  It will be the entry vehicle to a world of population, leaving behind the galaxy of me, the single star. I stand silent and the feeling of fellowship carries the miles.  Laughter flies the winds of memory and all the old jokes of truth and tribute are fresh and abide with me until the car arrives and we make it all new again.

Ride a horse to a pony show.

*

Blanda

I know how good a quarterback you are

on Monday, safely at home.

What were you like on the field, game day?

You act as if seeing your mistakes in retrospect

is the same as not having made them,

but the game is lost and a rematch is not a do-over.

The score is final, whether you accept the stats or not.

Defeat does not deter my love of the game

and doesn’t diminish my affection for you,

But history has been made

and I don’t wish to repeat it.

Vlog: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OBA7CiibNQ&feature=youtu.be

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

Waiting for the Recovery of Others

October 23

WAITING FOR THE RECOVERY OF OTHERS

I sit on my hands and wait for these bright pennies to earn the lessons of time.  I dance my little dance and move on, dropping the pretense of patience.  I search other forests, fields, and meetings and encounter many fine plums, though none are the gems incubating at home.  I make acceptance my goal and breathe through my days.  I watch the bulbs ripen and bloom.  I wonder at their beauty, inhale their sweetness.  I have lost track of my personal progress.  I behold, with charmed dismay, the open chasm before me.  I must turn from the flowers and let the new lessons begin.

Don’t show your broken places to everyone, but do show them to someone.

*

Spectrum

The quality of the poetry

is so dependent on the quality of the lighting.

Improve the color palette and yes, you’ve guessed the result.

So, I say to you, “Turn up the lights.

Do not write in half-dark grief and limp through the words.

Spotlight what you can and illuminate the rest.

You needn’t make a sound,

needn’t pitch a tent, needn’t build a bridge,

though you may, may if you wish.

And wish is what I do, wish for better light

and when the clouds break loose in the sky let the sun pour in.

I lift my pen and make it all;

for what was needed was this better light.”

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

Naked Pasta

November 29

ENDLESS PASTA

Having limits in a seemingly limitless universe makes me feel horribly inadequate.  I am a sad little creature in the face of overwhelming tasks.  Pressure and unwarranted ego compress my ability and eager disposition.  I am forced to see there are chores outside my qualifications and willingness. Going on in the face of crushing requirements extrudes my life force into a plateful of capellini lying exposed with no gravy to keep me warm.  It is hard to realize, in this world of wonder and delight a plate of naked spaghetti can’t do it all.

Put a penny in your sock.

*

Relay

I have waited so long for the chase, the trap,

the dig a ditch for safety, to be over and here we are;

ringed, safe and surrounded.

Now the sweet work of living the life

we have striven for, striven to.

I now long to be my best, do my best,

for you are the best for me and I am the best for you.

I tense and press against the blocks;

the race I wish to run,

but all I knew was to wait.

Driveway Time

November 19

DRIVEWAY TIME

Layer after layer of blue stack the sky, the moon risen and the sun dipping away.  I wait for the twin lights, the constellation of headlights---my ride to the meeting.  It will be the entry vehicle to a world of population, leaving behind the galaxy of me, the single star. I stand silent and the feeling of fellowship carries the miles.  Laughter flies the winds of memory and all the old jokes of truth and tribute are fresh and abide with me until the car arrives and we make it all new again.

Ride a horse to a pony show.

*

Blanda

I know how good a quarterback you are

on Monday, safely at home.

What were you like on the field, game day?

You act as if seeing your mistakes in retrospect

is the same as not having made them,

but the game is lost and a rematch is not a do-over.

The score is final, whether you accept the stats or not.

Defeat does not deter my love of the game

and doesn’t diminish my affection for you,

But history has been made

and I don’t wish to repeat it.

Relay

December 4

Relay

I have waited so long for the chase, the trap, the dig a ditch for safety, to be over and here we are; ringed, safe and surrounded. Now the sweet work of living the life we have striven for, striven to. I now long to be my best, do my best, for you are the best for me and I am the best for you. I tense and press against the blocks; the race I wish to run, but all I knew was to wait.

Explain how petals are different from leaves

*

YOU ARE ALLOWED TO CLOSE WINDOWS

OR KEEP THEM OPEN

Not every open window offers a warm and welcome breeze.
There are windows, which greet with arctic blast and little else.
Frosted cheeks and chapped lips I face these frigid openings
Believing it is my lot to forge ahead in this bluster.

Never did I think to shut the glass on this disagreeable weather.
I am allowed to close windows but I didn’t know it.
Every irksome thing that comes my way is not mine to face.

Many things will pass my way.
This does not make them my responsibility
On the other hand, when spring blows honeysuckle through the air
It is a fine idea to prop the window open with a stick.