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September 23, 2008

Journey to the King Day 9

(Note:  In reality, I'm in a lot of pain these days, something I did to my neck and upper shoulder.  I may not be able to keep up the little drawings, but will try to post a poem each day if I can't draw.)

Waiting for healing.
Need to cave-up.
Batty finds one.
Turtle finds more cloth.
Spider spins.
Rock is both spool and scissors.
Sewing stitches my mind clear
For writing sonnets out of empty pages.
Sometimes going forward means simply
Staying.

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September 22, 2008

Journey to the King Day 8


Quiet day.
Shoulder and neck pain
Distracts,
But, work (slow-ly) anyway.
Pushing aside worries left behind,
That stay alongside.
Resting.
Cutting.
Stitching comfort out of formless
Cloth.

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September 21, 2008

Journey to the King Day 7


They want me to sew for them.
I don't sew.
Not only do I not sew,
I despise sewing.
I get the patterns
Supides down,
And the thread ties
Me
Up round and round,
And I spike myself on the
Needled ground...
But look at them..
"Please," they plead.
I refrain from spouting,
"Do it yourself!",
And say,
"Okay, I'll try, what do you need?."

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September 20, 2008

Journey to the King Day 6


(Note:  The "*" is in reference to a speech given by David Foster Wallace, now deceased, which is posted here:  http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/sep/20/fiction  )

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Gotta make it to fifty*
Without killin' myself.
Gotta keep those words writin'.
Keep those creative gears grindin'.
Keep that tender heart thrivin'.
Gotta make it
Gotta make it to fifty,
Then I'll read clear.

There's only one flaw in my song:
Hemingway made it that long,
Then yanked the trigger
When he was sixty-one.

Gotta make it.
Gotta make it to fifty.
Gotta write it out to fifty.
Gotta make it to fifty--
Somehow.

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September 19, 2008

Journey to the King Day 5


Singing.
That's all I was doing.
Well, walking too.
Singing
Praises to that King of ours,
No less.
And, I
Fall
Into thorns spiking everywhere.
Singing.
Angels don't have to worry
About sudden spiky stops
While singing praises
Before the throne.

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September 18, 2008

Journey to the King Day 4


I'm bothered,
Wearied,
Distracted
By the mandate to
Leave
Behind
The bustling follies of
Living operas.
I also grieve over another writer's
Death.
Born in the year of Hemingway's
Departure,
Literary solitude has companioned me
As long as God.
Shattering my solemn reverie,
Someone drops cloth at my
Feet.

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September 17, 2008

Journey to the King Day 3


I am so disgusted.
I want to stand atop
Righteous Rock
And rail down on all of them,
Each and every blasted entity.
The Old Prophets got to,
Even St. Paul,
Though confinement mellowed
His righteous fires.
But, God says:
"No.  Leave them to themselves.
Go your own way."
I want to stand atop
Righteous Rock
And rail at God too.

It's Tempting.

But, finally,
Obedience blossoms.
So, forward I trudge on.

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September 16, 2008

Day 2

Walking.
Wandering.
Not really wandering,
We do have one goal ahead.
We hope.
She was sitting there
By herself,
Tears dried and wet.
She didn't ask us to
Stop.
But we did, and listenened.
Sharing of hearts.
Her path isn't ours,
But, staying,
She bestows on us a blessing.

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September 15, 2008

Journey to the King Day 1

Note:  These are characters originally from my "Poet's Journey to the Heart of Jesus", which can be viewed here:  http://drawingonfaith.tripod.com/lent/day1.htm    The main character is a girl/woman.  Her companions are a brown spider, a grey bat, a green turtle, and a pink rock (part of a star).

I had planned a short storyline about their shack being destroyed and them being led to an old castle type place where the girl is free to use her imagination.  As it turns out, today, Sept. 15 will be 70 days to Christ the King feast day, and, as happens sometimes to writers/artists, this story is demanding its own manifestation. 

You may notice a change in her hair and a few other minor changes from the Poet's Journey story.  I'm not sure if I will post one every day like I did for the Poet's Journey.  We'll all see what happens, thought I have some vague notion of the ending, I'm not really sure what will happen myself.  Please join me.

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Journey to the King
Day 1

The call came.
An inner paging of gentle words
To journey to King Jesus,
Commonly known in liturgy
As Christ the King.
Seventy Days
Unforeseen.
How
Do we know that we heard?
We don't.
We do.
We leave the gates of Imagination
Open
Because poets must never close those gates.
We set out not knowing
Yet known.
Somewhere
In the universe.

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September 1, 2008

poet's journey friends drawings

Seeing how they look on posterous.

   

Click here to download:
poets_journey_friends_drawings.zip (39 KB)

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