

These Inklings are inkblots from the inkwell of my mind.
She Fumbles in Beauty
She fumbles in beauty, you see,
the night sometimes brings the unforseen.
With the hop and skip of the day she is seen
Springing, skipping, skitting...or whatever she may... in her elegant ways.
Toward the graitational pull spellbound, she replies, we all have our ups and downs.
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Rain
Brilliant, wet
filtered through syncopated Trajectories,
knocking down Trust
fumbling through pungent Words,
stalking Confidence
pulverizing Dreams
knotted Promises
falling to pulmonary Arrest,
pelting my tongue - jewels from a child's eyes.
3/6/09
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Principal's Office Visit for Three Voices
In my office right away?
Please, can't it wait inwardly whispered decompressed
And miss the rest of the spoken word show?
Hesitating class eyes careen sideways, sneaking, peeking
Through the door, clickety, snickety, heckedy,
You're going to get in trouble!
I follow demurely; she, quite surely.
Eyes of perverse pleasure signaling, better you than me!
Have a seat.
Those poets are quite inspiring!
Stone-walled, granite statuesque, unapplauding hands-
An oxymoron in her seat.
Living language playing on stage of nuance, craft and form.
Quite an opportunity! I take it, you do not agree.
Those young men are not role models!
They are not!?
Their language inappropriate; students deserve better than this.
You deem these poets vulgar? I hear ribald, my head recalls.
Did you meet them? Did you greet them?
Of their stories, what do you know?
Have you listened from your heart to recognize this art?
When did you start putting them through a standardized test?
The N word was said!
It will be repeated by those who have had it flung in their historied faces.
Oh, yes, there was that reference to sex.
Did you not interpret it as inference?
I have heard much worse from students who curse!
Did they not pass the 6 Trait Writing Assessment?
Organization a
Grammar a
Vocabulary Choice except for the N word
But that could be called
Voice a
Author's style a
Yes, as you were saying.....something else was playing out ahead.
Who would you want your students to become: repressed and out of date like you or articulate and passionate like them?
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Notes: Three speaking voices are identified by font styles below:
Times New Roman italics text = Principal's voice
Tempus Sans text = class (chorus) voice
Arial text = Protagonist's voice
(Feb. 9; April 6, 2009)
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Bullets, bulls, dolls, cats and dogs
Belonging to you and not to others.
Identity, stories, cultured past
Proliferation of arms, hair and eyes
Genies from a bottle originated from where?
Lineage, ancestry, connect the dots over timelines, land and space.
Bullets, bulls, dolls, cats and dogs
Belonging to you and not to others.
Looking into reflective eyes,
Familiar yet independent of mine of cosmic family cloth
Sewed beyond limits of siblings, intertwined.
Bullets, bulls, dolls, cats and dogs
Belonging to you and not to others.
Now we meet on this earth's feet
Belonging to you and not to others.
How long will we play our connected life:
Medieval neighbors, Victorian Age sisters,
World War II brothers, digital parents?
Bullets, bulls, dolls, cats and dogs
Belonging to you and not to others.
We are bound beyond this family, and next time?
Poem generated from our poetry circle at Tibbetts, March 30, 2009.
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SYNCOPATED SAMBAS
Night dancers
syncopated sambas of fire and sunlight
beating of darkness, shadows, chiaroscuro in the night.
Gyrating energy, undulating motion swirls, conforms, constricts, releases brightness of smiles, brow and hair clothed in reverberations of color, timbre and sound.
Night dancers
syncopated sambas of fire and sunlight
beating of darkness, shadows, chiaroscuro in the night.
Leeward island winds, clapping on the rocks to rubato waves. Diamond treasured sky glimmer pizzicato motioning all in natural symphonic harmony.
Night dancers
syncopated sambas of fire and sunlight
beating of darkness, shadows, chiaroscuro in the night.
Pulsating rhythms, pulsating blood connecting body, oceans, mountains, plaintive rememberings, fired delight.
Syncopated sambas within the soles of our feet.
Syncopated samba, colors crashing sunlight
dancing for joy, hate, love retaliate, commiserate, hero, enemy, congratulate
Ancestral drums coursing ancient codes
rhythm in time, light year sinews felt within our souls.
Night dancers
Syncopated sambas
syncopated sambas of fire and sunlight
beating of darkness, shadows, chiaroscuro.
Syncopated sambas, dancers' night.
Group Poetry relay from April 13, 2009
Authors: Daniel, Kristin, Nicole, Roderick, Sarah, Shelly, Tina, Frances & final edit by Frances
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