Seagulls

Mine mine mine, not yours
Let's Stare at them together
Give me some now now!

June 7, 2012

Right Now

The wounded, once solid wood, begs for new life.

"let me breathe"

The pollened air is ready to roll across the dull and shiny surfaces once again.

The Now Holy boards with gnarled metal seeping from its pours, begs for new life.

"let me be joyous"

The crisp smell of lemon Waiting to flow and push and pull again.

The squeaky grooved tongues, beg for new life.

"let me be whole again"

The connected smooth surface seeks riders.

The old oak that is beaten, bruised, and dented, begs for new life.

"let me be renewed"

The warm red soothing wood pushes through for the better eternity it deserves

Swoosh

Hmmm...What's that smell?

A faint whiff, a skittish dachshund scampers up the stairs---seeking safety under the sheets.

The shuffle of tissues, a faint squeal...

Don't squeeze!

The sound and the odor would be unbearable. Yuk!

A harried trip to the bathroom.

Wrapped up like a mummy

There is no sound as the mummy is laid to rest in the final tomb.

Does it know it's circling the drain?

Can it drown? 

How long can it survive under water?

There's no way it can survive, is there?

A leg, then the distinct shape and speckled brown body appears as it finds its way out of the crevices...

Uh oh. Please Don't jump...don't fly--can it fly? 

As the tissue saturates, the bowl swirls, adrift one last moment,

Swoosh, one more gone, the odor lingers.

Amateur Tanka

A Bird Tanka

Precipitous life
Acropolitic foundation
Concrete filled foam walls
Columns disintegrating
Zygodactyl spells defeat.

Poems/Stories Created on February 22, 2011

I took the first line from the poem I wrote yesterday morning and the students added lines and passed it around the class to have lines added by other students (I will also post the one created by fb friends). Here is the original poem (I am going to edit it--so give me some feedback to make it better, please):

The glycerin trees creak in the night under the sun

As the squirrels bundle their babies

In the nascent hole that barely

Escapes the spray of frozen time

The glass crackles and the branch falls

Setting off a scramble for cover Scattering limbs on the desolate tundra

As the carnage settles, the fracture on the ground

Leaves crystal seeds frozen in time

The skitterish birds timid warblers peck at the still

Life of the red buds captured

In globes spread across the landscape

Vivacious souls not frozen in time

Haikus created in class.

After theory class today, I thought I would try blogging as a way to publish some writings created in class. Here are the Haikus created by theory students during class today:

Cognitive Dissonance Theory Haiku
Sometimes I think that
I know what I believe in,
but do opposite

Elaboration Likelihood Model Haiku
ELM persuades
CR PR which are you?
Well, that's all we got!

Social Judgment Theory Haiku
This water is warm.
I think this water is cool.
That's social judgment.

If you type your "poem" or "story" created today, we can post it here. 8-)