When a Poet Dies
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What do you do when a poet dies?
When Maya died Oh how I cried.
Who will give us the words from the other side.
A poet, a scribe, a teacher, a preacher, a...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
the po~et 29 (comprehensive study)
The notes come on brown parchment paper and require acute comprehensive navigational skills to interpret--and a few days to ponder. She removes the last one from its hiding place and imagines the look on Paul's face when he wrote it. Who knows how the thoughts began or where they will end. Sometimes they change with every sentence and then you just hang on for the ride. He does leave clues about himself tucked in between, but you have to have followed him for awhile to discover them. Or have seen him in person read his words out loud. There's a way when he allows himself to get lost inside the words that his body openly responds to his own cleverness. Jack discovered this by accident, well it was intentional, but she was surprised at what she saw. The vision plays back to her from time to time. Each time with a different reaction--or at least a different position. The results are the same. The uncovered up close version is better. She listens to his words, her mind hides them, digesting what they could mean to her. She hides the note as if to make a wish.
Monday, June 15, 2009
the po~et 28 (onward)
The night was to be special but it didn't seem as any day should be assigned to it. Well at least not the ordinary name normally given. It was graduation day!
Jack had stared at the cap and gown all week long. She hadn't tried them on because it didn't seem real. After she took her last final she thought she would feel a since of relief. Numb was all she felt--numb.
When she arrived at the arena she was dizzy--at least she felt something. All day long the one constant thought was, he would be there--dressed in all his scholastic regalia.
When the ceremony began it was more than she had imagined. The years of struggle and the late nights all over, well at least for now. Grateful to God for making it through, she fought back tears with elation.
She looked straight ahead determined to find him in the crowd. His height she knew would make him stand above the rest. He was beautiful!
The floor couldn't hold her feet down. She floated as she went through the motions. She couldn't see him anymore, but she felt him. His eyes watching her. She turned around to see. Beautiful!
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