Monday, April 25, 2011

O-right!


I was just awarded the Perfect Poet Award from Promising Poet's Cafe/Jingle Poetry.


I'm excited, I want to nominate everybody but I can only nominate current participants who haven't already been nominated, so...

I nominate Eileen T O'Neill

With Easter and the network being down at work today, I am once again 2 days behind for napowrimo. I hope to catch up tonight.

in the meantime here is a poem I posted recently in a community I created

"identity found"




bird/tree?

still stuck in this crisis of identity
not sure if I am the bird of if I am the tree-
if I am the bird, I do not plainly see-
why I must always retreat back to the tree.


If I were a bird, wouldn't I flee?
wouldn't I rise above the headwinds pushing on me?
If I am a bird, I cannot find a home in the sea
and so I retreat back to the tree.

please tell me
because I cannot see
am I the bird or if am I the tree?


for I must be
not brittle and tiny
not flighty
like a flea
but strong like a cedar knee,
knocking branches that do not agree
heightened, prideful, majesty,
if I am the tree-

how then can it be
the roots are not enough for me-
that this "being akin with the dirt", does not become me?
that I must float a little higher to feel free
or happy.

so tell me,
am I the bird or am I the tree?
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5 comments:

  1. Buddah MoskowitzApril 25, 2011 at 4:49 PM

    Congratulations you talented woman!

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  2. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceApril 25, 2011 at 5:10 PM

    Thanks for the acceptance,
    beautiful piece to go with it.

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  3. PaulamiApril 25, 2011 at 9:55 PM

    congrats. and the dilemma of knowing and unknowing. hope you do well.
    besto.

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  4. AnonymousApril 26, 2011 at 5:20 AM

    Very interesting ponder there.. Love this..

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  5. bttrflyscarApril 26, 2011 at 8:03 AM

    thanks Jennirey and Paulami for the read and encouragement :)

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