Doing My Part

I have been letting the two ideas for new poems bubble in the stew pot of creativity and today it is time to do my part. This involves looking into the stew pot to see what is there. I will only find bits and pieces and I will then experiment with how to put them together so that they begin to look like a poem. So then, let's see what is in there this afternoon. (they are going to have to go back in the pot in an hour because I am going to watch the Cards play the Giants at 5:20).

I will begin with looking at the poem about Martha hiking in the Preserve. Let's give it a working title of "Spirit Moves Me".

The Bits:

John Muir - nature as church
Martha identifies
how is nature church for her?
she walks
she does not brouse or stop and take things in
she must keep moving
Spirit is in the moving
Jordan speaks of change - everything changes
everything is in a state of flux
Spirit is in everything
No attachments -just constant flow
The desert is a flowing of Spirit
Like the dust is ever moving
The cacti are moving
The clouds are moving
One blossom is everything moving everywhere



I Have Picasso Hanging in my Bathroom

The Bits

Modern art is obscure
I don't get it - most of it
Some of it has an energy that stirs me
My Picasso has recognizable figures in motion
Moving again
Maybe these two poems are just one poem?
In the bathroom? Very basic
We clean up and clean out in the bathroom
He is there because he matches the decor
I like the subject - it is about peace
There are doves
There is whirling
Modern art makes me dizzy
I sense some comedy here
Not a serious poem perhaps
The bathroom has a mirror - as a mirror
What is funny? What is being cleaned up?

Back in the stew pot - all the above - get to know one another better - I will call in on you again soon.