Storytime 7: Pea or Oleander?

wildPeas

The girl and her pink pig walked away.
Wrapped in weeks of invisibility,
She followed.

Nourishment comes in many forms.
She craved the food of human contact.
Her eyes hungered to meet their own.
Her ears wanted for linguistic spice.
And, if truth be told,
her bones longed for tender embrace.

This promise of sustenance –
Was it pea or oleander?
Nourishment or poison?

She watched.
She would see.

2015 copyright

 Storytime is a series of entries that, together,
form an unfolding story.
Read each as an individual piece
or, start at the beginning (bottom)
and read up to the present installment.
Sign up to follow if you’d like to receive notices of additions.

Picture of wild peas is from LaPalma Island blog.

Poem: One River One Boat by Marjory Wentworth

M Wentworth

South Carolina’s Poet Laureate, Marjory Wentworth, wrote the poem “One River One Boat” exclusively to be read yesterday at our state governor’s inauguration. Unlike previous years, this year the inauguration committee decided not to include the poem citing time as the issue.

One River One Boat” deserves to be heard.  South Carolina’s US Congressman Jim Clyburn read it on the House floor yesterday and admitted it into congressional record. See a video of his comments and his reading of the poem here.

Another of my state’s citizens was moved to do her own reading of the poem. Brenda Peart. I hope you don’t mind my including a link to your reading here. 

Thank you Brenda, Thank you Rep. Clyburn. Thank you, Marjory.

I will get you started … please link and read through to the end:

One River, One Boat

I know there’s something better down the road.
— Elizabeth Alexander

Because our history is a knot
we try to unravel, while others
try to tighten it, we tire easily
and fray the cords that bind us.
The cord is a slow moving river,
spiraling across the land
in a succession of S’s,
splintering near the sea.

read on ….

My favorite poem of hers is Dancing Barefoot in Atlanta. You’ll find it, and others, on page 49 of UNdefined Magazine. There’s an article about her on page 43.

Find Marjory’s website here, with additional poetry, her blog, and her writing about being a writer.

Creating: Creating Machines

IMG_0221

“The lightning spark of thought generated in the solitary mind awakens its likeness in another mind.” — Thomas Carlyle

Sometimes, creating is an individual thing. A flash of inspiration hits us and we go with it. We call it ours. We take individual responsibility to grow it.

Sometimes, we create as a group. Together, we learn a subject, set goals, probe issues, work through personal differences. Ideally, we learn to respect each other’s gifts and work-styles. Inspiration may come to one or several of us. We begin to ‘spark’ each other in unique ways that don’t happen outside of the group.

When this happens, we are creating something more than solutions. We are bringing to life a creating ‘machine’.

In this case, the machine is a team of people who make up a uniquely creative, ‘creating’ relationship. The mix of team qualities includes an ability to juice each other creatively, to play well together, to spark each other’s imaginations. The team combines curiosity, insight and inspiration for a unique whole that is much more than the sum of its parts. Camaraderie may be part of the mix, but sometimes, conflict and conflict resolution become de facto creative tools.

These teams’ strengths come in different forms, depending on the skills and qualities of the team members. One team may be particularly good at analysis, another at synthesis, or idea generation, or implementation … or some combination these or other skills and qualities.

If you’ve participated in several group creating projects, you may find that the chemistry of one team brings out one set of qualities in you, while a different team may bring out different qualities. In fact, you may find it hard to be productive in one team, but amazingly prolific in another. Of course, your ability to contribute can also depend on how passionate you are about a project, your background knowledge, and your sense of freedom to solve the problem or reach the goal at hand – your belief in the environmental support. Balancing the elements can be tricky, which is why it is such a special thing when a creating group comes together to form a a uniquely, reliably productive unit.

Advertising agencies and other creative groups consciously try to foster these teams. From an organizational standpoint, a ‘creating machine’ can be a very profitable entity. Pay attention if such a team should evolve in your organization. Treasure and protect it.

How to do that? Just like you would your favorite plant: recognize it’s presence, acknowledge it, feed it. Give it the room it needs to evolve and grow, the air it needs to breathe. At times, it may require a little water, fertilizer, or pruning. And, when the time comes to reap the rewards, hold your personal celebration of Thanksgiving, because nothing feeds the next crop quite like gratitude for the current crop.

Gentle-people, start your engines! Let the creating begin.

2015 copyright

Boat Full Of Joy

lights2

Silver haired girl
Copper headed boy
Sliding down the river in a boat full of joy.
She’s a little lunar,
He’s a bit’a sun,
They shone so bright you’d think they were one.

Lots of little fishies swimming round their feet.
Lots of pretty dragonflies stirring in the heat.
Lightning bugs all danced along
to the tunes they sang as they rambled on.

Silver haired girl
Copper headed boy
Said they’d never, ever leave their little boat full of joy.
Each a little gentle,
Each a little strong,
They laughed and sang the whole day long.

Lyric: Hope Sky Love

He is fine
taking time
to get there.

Gotta dream
shootin’ steam.
Does she care?

Pull the night
off the light
on a dare.

Recognize
the prize.
It’s all fair.

Got a toy.
Make it go.
It’s a game.

Looking back
through the lens.
Time’s the same.

Think it’s new.
What a sly
little lie.

Walk your walk
through the talk
or you’re lame.

So, they look to the sky
and the puzzle breaks wide.
In the blink of an eye all is gone.
When they step will they trip
to get up off of it.
Hope is field –
grounded sound of love.

All is one.
Feel the force
lit anew.

Crack the seal.
Golden bloom,
fresh with dew.

If I felt
for your hand
would you know?

Recognize
the prize.
It’s for you.

All Rights Reserved

Storytime 6: Posey & the Pink Pig

baby pig on green grass

All night, walking.
Morning brought more.
The path
wandered through trees
sometimes dense,
sometimes not.
She walked until she met
two paths
criss-crossing.

There she heard a bit of
laughter;
preface for a little face
featuring freckles
on chocolate skin
bouncing brown braids
and a tight little hand holding a stick that pointed
at a bright pink pig.

It was rooting
off the side of the path,
moving into underbrush
until this girl
she would come to call Rosie,
said,

“No, Posy, get yourself back on that trail. Go on now.”

All Rights Reserved

 Storytime is a series of entries that, together,
form an unfolding story.
Read each as an individual piece
or, start at the beginning (bottom)
and read up to the present installment.
Sign up to follow if you’d like to receive notices of additions.
Pig picture is from Farmgirl Fare.

Storytime 5: The Forest

buxton-woods-1

3:30 in the afternoon,
sun high,
she trudged through seaside forest;
a blessed canopy that kept her secret.

Humid.
Sweat rolled as
mosquitoes invaded
flapping sleeves
and grabbed at wet ankles.
Gnats threw themselves into the stickiness.
Slick itch and irritation a slight distraction
from deepening apprehension.

A lone cricket’s croak broke the whispering quiet with a rhythmic tattoo.
Hawks continued to draw a grand circle overhead to the south.
Was she getting any closer?

Regret welled up;
seeking relief from the tension.

2014 Copyright

 Storytime is a series of entries that, together,
form an unfolding story.
Read each as an individual piece
or, start at the beginning (bottom)
and read up to the present installment.
Sign up to follow if you’d like to receive notices of additions.