The rising tide

Through The Glass Darkly

And what is your name?

Betty G.

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05/02/2014

To the woman who asked “And What is your name?”
As if to tell me how angry she was

I get it
Your angry
Your cross to bear
Walking the earth as a goddess among mortals
With your coffee cup filled too high
Exploding
As the brittle plastic lid cracks
Your perfect day of discount retail shopping
Shattered
Everyone needs toilet paper,
But
Yours will be forever stained by this iniquity
This indignity
You will walk the earth forever
Opening and closing cabinets and drawers
Trying to remember
What you needed
As my angry ghost

“And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.”

– William Shakespeare
(from A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

04/28/2014

“I am seeking. I am striving. I am in it with all my heart.”

— Vincent van Gogh

04/21/2014

Flight patterns

Betty G.

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04/19/2014

The flight plan is set
Programmed
Arrival and departure time determined
The route
And
Alternate route
All predetermined
As we disappear into the blue
Waiting
The flight plan is set
Programmed
Arrival and departure time determined
The route
And
Alternate route
All predetermined
As we disappear into the blue
Waiting
The flight plan is set
Programmed
Arrival and departure time determined
The route
And
Alternate route
All predetermined
As we disappear into the blue
Waiting

The shadow place

Betty G.

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04/12/2014

There is a place
Between here and there
If you have never been
You won’t know where
A place where shadows creep and spin
A place where the light never gets in
And when you find, You’ve wondered in
Beware the shadows that lie within
Don’t worry if you lose your way
For these are just the games we play

How to love a poem

Betty G.

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04/11/2014

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Listen to your poem until its voice appears like a streetlight against a night sky.
Let it sit like a Buddha in a garden, asking you to wonder by.
Ask your poem its sign, knowing it will be perfectly in tune.
Tell your poem its future, knowing It will find true love and travel soon.
Read your poem in the wind letting it fly from your sight.
Remember your poem by the light of candles as the flames dance through the night.
Read Read your poem until it finds root in your minds eye.
Speak Speak Speak your poem until it is felt in your sigh.
Introduce it to your parents until they understand.
Put it in a bottle and send it away from land, and rejoice when it returns to you in every open hand.
Celebrate your meeting like a friend you met at war, and keep a remnant with you as you face what is left in store.
Remember and remember
as days wind on and on,
and you may find it reminding you what you came here for.

Tomorrow

Betty G.

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04/10/2014

I will live for today
Tomorrow
I will have my cake and eat it too
Metaphorically
Tomorrow
Because I will go on a diet
Tomorrow
I will call my mother
Tomorrow
I will stop procrastinating
Tomorrow
But for now I will write in my notebook
Because this is now

It must be Thursday. I never did get the hang of Thursdays. – Douglas Adams

04/10/2014

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