Something beautiful, and something of mine

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Peace

Wisdom becomes you

the paper crane says,
flaps its origami wings.

You have just finished folding it,
hands poised in midair
when again the words come out,
rustle the tiny beak like a leaf
on water.

You clutch the neck and feet,
think: oh delicate
this bird could break so easy.

The creases tickle your palms
as you smooth the paper.

Watch the baited hook

it speaks again
and you look around
like a folded puppet,
like you were really a fish
caught in water at Hiroshima.

But even a thousand cranes
cannot change history
so you squeeze the paper,
check for blood.

Carefully the wings fold down,
the legs retract.
The beak closes, holds its breath
until you look again:
an eye tiny as a speck
peers up.

This is no dancing crane
you muse quietly to yourself.
The crane speaks no more
as you tuck it onto a windowsill.

You leave it there for many years,
afraid it might speak again,
afraid it might not.

© 2004 Christine Klocek-Lim

10:10 poetry thing

I let a friend talk me into doing a 10:10. That means ten poems in ten days and it is excruciating, agonizing, sublime. For me, writing a poem that I love feels like walking naked in a crowd of people. I want to write poems that move a reader emotionally, but of course that means I must dredge up strong emotions and write about them. The emotion and detail don’t have to be reality, but they have to be true, except that means all the feelings that I stuff down into my internal box in order to function in real life must come out. I have to play around with them and somehow form them into a structure of words. Even when I’m writing about love and peace it’s painful, because how much of life is really that uncomplicated? Answer: none. Love is incredibly difficult and multifaceted. So that is what the poems must be, too. Five down, five more to go.

sunrises


Two sunrises over my front yard. The first was January 29, 2009 and the second is from January 28, 2009. The snow is gone now; today the temp went up to 60F. We’ll see if I can get up early tomorrow and catch the sunrise again.

Don’t talk much

I don’t talk about this much, simply because I don’t like to imagine that this particular issue defines my life, but sometimes it is the simplest explanation for my erratic presence online. I have fibromyalgia. I tend to ignore it most of the time, buy every so often the physical manifestation of this syndrome makes it unpleasant for me to sit in front of a computer. Nuff said.

Beautiful Word Clouds


I found this lovely Wordle gadget over at Tim Green’s blog. Of course, I had to try, so I plugged in my work-in-progress book of poems and just as Tim says, the simile is one of the most used devices in poetry.

For those who are curious, I used the Mac’s Grab application to take a snapshot of the window and then cropped out the extraneous details, resulting in the lovely .jpg you see above.