Many things to do.

I have started to hoard. My words. I found out the blogging is = to getting published. (not really, but I "can't" submit a poem to a magazine if I have published in on blogger. In a move towards not clinging to material or word wealth... here is an undone poem, I am having a lot of trouble with. Does it want to rhyme? It's changed so much since its inception.


Unsteady me—like saplings in spring
When branches ache and divide in green.

Carve me out of stone—an indoor creature
Emerged, prowling for home.

With a photographer’s skill, trace gradients
Of shadow, shape, and empty space.

See me shift from hip to hip like a kite
Wading through the salted sunlight. Am I

A piece of glassy Atlantic—do you see the comet trails,
the feathery scars of the sailboats on the surface .

The wake of failed arrow shot not through me
But my through my feather pillow


In other news. Rhyme is new and exciting. I kind of like it, sometimes. I even recently wrote a sonnet with a traditional rhyme scheme. I have been writing poetry since 6th grade and never have done this before. Maybe grad school is paying off. Who knows. It's hard to quanitify.

In still other news. It rains and sun-shines here with out much warning. Or actually there is warning (weather.com) but not alot of time for adjustment from one to the other. I found an umbrella on the bench the other day when it was raining and I was without one and walking to classes on campus. I thought it would be broken, but tried it anyway and it worked. it was nice and said IU and was pretty and new. I loved this umbrella and kind of felt like a lucky person/thief. Then a few days later it was raining again. I had this, my new umbrella, used instead of my old umbrella that sat at home. Then I heard this lady on the bus say she didn't have an umbrella, and she had to walk to the Ford dealership to pick up her car. I thought i should give her my umbrella. Oh! the pains! the agony! I had this umbrella for only a few days and yet I wanted it. I hadn't even paid for it. I tried to come up with justifications to keep the umbrella. Some reason why having two umbrellas was okay. None of them sufficed and I begrudgingly (on the inside) happily on the outside, gave her my umbrella. (No one would take an umbrella from a grump). She was quite happy. I think she had been having a bad day. I'd like to think of myself as a generous person, but how painful it was to give up my umbrella showed me I have work to do! Get to it. or as they say here Gid-R-dun.