“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

2.21.2014

sky blue and silver and sometimes black


me in the mirror, feathers, unfinished perfect paper mache bowl.
words.

no one shows a child the sky ~ african proverb

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we want people to show us the sky.
we are afraid we are looking at it all wrong,
or dressed wrong for the occasion.
we will pay people money to take our heads in their hands,
tilt us back and say there.
open your eyes.
sky.

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how does it happen that we forget to see?

it's really that simple.
long boring academic papers are written about the subject,
proper capital letters, footnotes, correct spacing,
(god forbid there should not be correct spacing).
i want to give those authors crayons and paper and say hush.  draw me your sky.

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my sky today is blue and and cloudless,
full of sunshine.
the tulip trees are blooming;
no one has to show them the sky.

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4 comments:

  1. This is so what I needed to read tonight... I haven't had time to look at the sky today, this week. Now I need to walk outside. (Or pay you to show me they way ;-) )

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  2. Once again wonderful. Writers are always talking about our true voice, but what about our true eyes; who is holding our head and showing us their sky, so we never see our own. Intriguing.

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  3. i am constantly amazed that in short sentences and thoughts you can make us see all the things we never see. it really IS that simple.

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