Is it bad form to post more than once?....especially in a span of less than 20 minutes?...No?.....I think you're lying!!
So today at the Normal Review Meeting I submitted 'Splitting Hairs'...which blogger you have not yet seen---and it will probably stay that way until it is published...or i feel more comfortable.
So back to the whole submitting thing--so it was presented all by itself. No other pieces (which doesn't surprise me because of our lack of membership this semester and the pieces that have been submitted so far reek of rancid cabbage cooked in a garbage...and that's a shame because I like cabbage.) So with it standing by itself, I was scared it was going to fumble around like a placenta covered fawn (was that image gross?).
As soon as this beautiful creation of mine was being read aloud, I began to get misty eyed. The poem is about this girl who surpasses everything wonderful in this world...like way past kittens, cotton candy, and seasons of Desperate Housewives on DVD...even past a bottle of Absolute which has decided to dominant my Spring semester. After the first few lines were read, Jon looked over to me with that question in his eyes...yep, it's Lo. It's about Lo. It's for Lo.
When Ed finished reading, Jon looked back at me--we both had tears in our eyes. He misses her too. He said to me, "that was beautiful". The fawn turned into a buck in a span of 45 seconds. Now I hope that it doesn't go off and get itself shot...
So what was it that the doorknob said?
oh yes, feed your head.
Monday, February 25, 2008
February 16th
The thing that sucks about not being able to post blogs from your own laptop is the whole timing issue...
It seems like I posted a month ago. I am so bad at this blogging thing.
I obviously know it is no longer February 16th...so this is my way for making up for it on February 25th.
Do I need to reiterate?....
February 16th
I remember this day like it was yesterday.
The sun hid like a coward,
Denying its offer of warmth
and content disposition.
The ground sank beneath my feet
as if the souls trapped underneath
were pulling me in to join
their eternal lonely rot.
A metallic reflection caught the
corner of my eye.
A uniformed solider licked
his smooth, tan lips; then pursed them
repeatedly before covering the mouthpiece.
‘Taps’ engulfed the air surrounding the open field,
bouncing off the trees and the gravestones.
Vibrations from the trumpet ran through my body.
I couldn’t stop staring at
the Marine as he gracefully
moved his fingers between notes,
encased in a starched-white glove.
A tug at my arm caught my attention,
bringing me back to a harsh reality
I still wasn’t ready to face.
The procession began with the
ceremonious folding of your flag.
The soldiers made a mistake and started the folding over.
Made another one, and folded the flag again. Amateurs.
My eyes never left your flag as it traveled
in a stranger’s hands toward our party.
It stopped right in front of me,
an offering symbolizing a morbid truth.
If I took it, then this was the end,
the acceptance that you no longer existed.
Involuntarily my arms raised, and my hands reached out.
Ironically the weight in my hands lifted the floodgates.
The sky’s tears that fell disguised my own,
and muffled my sobs with a musical pitter-patter
against the newly varnished wood.
White roses were tossed in as a final farewell.
I kissed mine and hugged it to my chest,
before it took its plunge with you into the muddy darkness.
With the flag tucked tightly underneath my arm
a man walked toward me--who on paper was my father,
but in life—your son; to me, a foreigner.
Gesturing to the faded material placed beneath my arm pit
He said, “I thought you should have it.”
After eighteen years of backward steps
and unresolved solutions, we took our first step forward.
“Thank you” was the inaudible whisper,
but it seemed like it was shouted from the glistening tree tops.
Walking toward the vessel that would take me back
to uncertainty, I turned around for the last time and looked
to the everlasting sky. A crack of sunlight was bursting through,
illuminating the plot where we left you.
My lips quivered into a faint smile.
It seems like I posted a month ago. I am so bad at this blogging thing.
I obviously know it is no longer February 16th...so this is my way for making up for it on February 25th.
Do I need to reiterate?....
February 16th
I remember this day like it was yesterday.
The sun hid like a coward,
Denying its offer of warmth
and content disposition.
The ground sank beneath my feet
as if the souls trapped underneath
were pulling me in to join
their eternal lonely rot.
A metallic reflection caught the
corner of my eye.
A uniformed solider licked
his smooth, tan lips; then pursed them
repeatedly before covering the mouthpiece.
‘Taps’ engulfed the air surrounding the open field,
bouncing off the trees and the gravestones.
Vibrations from the trumpet ran through my body.
I couldn’t stop staring at
the Marine as he gracefully
moved his fingers between notes,
encased in a starched-white glove.
A tug at my arm caught my attention,
bringing me back to a harsh reality
I still wasn’t ready to face.
The procession began with the
ceremonious folding of your flag.
The soldiers made a mistake and started the folding over.
Made another one, and folded the flag again. Amateurs.
My eyes never left your flag as it traveled
in a stranger’s hands toward our party.
It stopped right in front of me,
an offering symbolizing a morbid truth.
If I took it, then this was the end,
the acceptance that you no longer existed.
Involuntarily my arms raised, and my hands reached out.
Ironically the weight in my hands lifted the floodgates.
The sky’s tears that fell disguised my own,
and muffled my sobs with a musical pitter-patter
against the newly varnished wood.
White roses were tossed in as a final farewell.
I kissed mine and hugged it to my chest,
before it took its plunge with you into the muddy darkness.
With the flag tucked tightly underneath my arm
a man walked toward me--who on paper was my father,
but in life—your son; to me, a foreigner.
Gesturing to the faded material placed beneath my arm pit
He said, “I thought you should have it.”
After eighteen years of backward steps
and unresolved solutions, we took our first step forward.
“Thank you” was the inaudible whisper,
but it seemed like it was shouted from the glistening tree tops.
Walking toward the vessel that would take me back
to uncertainty, I turned around for the last time and looked
to the everlasting sky. A crack of sunlight was bursting through,
illuminating the plot where we left you.
My lips quivered into a faint smile.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Bienvienidos!
I don't speak or read Spanish that well, so please do not comment back with lines filled with your beautiful language because I will not be able to understand it...See the upper right hand corner? Yeah, that white girl is me. HI!
Welcome to Read the Rainbow...here I will be posting random thoughts, sarcastic remarks, maybe some personal tidbits, poems, short stories...a sales pitch. You ask for it...you got it...Toyota (there will also be random movie quotes stuck in my blog somewhere---so kudos points to you if you know where they originated from =)
In general, we're all here to have a good time--because let's face it...MySpace is about to implode any minute now, and then where would we spend all of our free time filling out mindless surveys or posting blogs that only the stalkers read? So, I leave you with this first post...it's not very impressive but then all writers have to face rejection.
Adios!
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