I know I post these things on wednesdays, but I am too busy on thursdays to do it. Give me a break ok? Besides, the fact I am doing it tonight gives me an opportunity to say happy birthday to a fellow cube head Kristi
which leads into this weeks poem. I do not try to post my own poetry on this blog because I feel it is a tad self-indulgent since I pretty much write whatever I want on here and am already self-indulgent enough. But this is an exception. Several months ago I was talking to Kristi (who happens to be an incredible young woman) when I got inspired to write a poem. Here is a rough draft. I love the Gazal form. The short meditative lines. Each stanza being a seperate poem yet a part of the whole. It isn't titled yet and is still a work in progress. Here you go:Known as the great mystery God is a wonder.
He understand the nature of dust, but does He ever wonder?
A child's eyes are purer than an adults.
The innoccent stare in wonder.
Man named the animals. God named teh stars. Man built
a tower to heaven. Who created the greater wonder?
If you make no promises except for trampled grass
then enjoy the possibility for another wonder.
But I stayed too long. I took my hat and coat,
sat on the front step. I lost my wonder.
Be kind, Kristi, while cooking with cinnamon.
The other spices are jealous of its wonder.
Happy B-day Kristi!