You can't order a poem like you order a taco.
Walk up to the counter, say, "I'll take two"
and expect it to be handed back to you
on a shiny plate.
Still, I like your spirit.
Anyone who says, "Here's my address,
write me a poem," deserves something in reply.
So I'll tell you a secret instead:
poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping. They are the shadows
drifting across our ceilings the moment
before we wake up. What we have to do
is live in a way that lets us find them.
Once I knew a man who gave his wife
two skunks for a valentine.
He couldn't understand why she was crying.
"I thought they had such beautiful eyes."
And he was serious. He was a serious man
who lived in a serious way. Nothing was ugly
just because the world said so. He really
liked those skunks. So, he re-invented them
as valentines and they became beautiful.
At least, to him. And the poems that had been hiding
in the eyes of skunks for centuries
crawled out and curled up at his feet.
Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us
we find poems. Check your garage, the odd sock
in your drawer, the person you almost like, but not quite.
And let me know.
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Operative: Yessir, now that I've killed off their only contact and have a whole fleet of battleships at my command, absolutely nothing can go wrong now.
Serenity: Surprise! We invited the entire reaver population to the party!
Operative:....HOLY SHAZNAK
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I got here by clicking the Random Deviant button. Enjoy dA.
Cheers.
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Valentine for Ernest Mann
by Naomi Shihab Nye
You can't order a poem like you order a taco.
Walk up to the counter, say, "I'll take two"
and expect it to be handed back to you
on a shiny plate.
Still, I like your spirit.
Anyone who says, "Here's my address,
write me a poem," deserves something in reply.
So I'll tell you a secret instead:
poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping. They are the shadows
drifting across our ceilings the moment
before we wake up. What we have to do
is live in a way that lets us find them.
Once I knew a man who gave his wife
two skunks for a valentine.
He couldn't understand why she was crying.
"I thought they had such beautiful eyes."
And he was serious. He was a serious man
who lived in a serious way. Nothing was ugly
just because the world said so. He really
liked those skunks. So, he re-invented them
as valentines and they became beautiful.
At least, to him. And the poems that had been hiding
in the eyes of skunks for centuries
crawled out and curled up at his feet.
Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us
we find poems. Check your garage, the odd sock
in your drawer, the person you almost like, but not quite.
And let me know.
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I just wish to give you a hug
Miranda, =votrereine
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Proud member of the ~JigglyLoversClub
"'Don't leave me alone!'
The cry in the night
Of anguish heart-striking
Of soul-killing fright...
Don't leave me alone!'
A world heard that cry"
-Dragonsinger
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/ Jesper - photographer
Gallery, Website
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PixelDuel :: Battle for pixels.
LimpLyrics :: Lyrics, duh.
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You are in FL, you should join * FloridaDeviants Tell them I sent you
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Operative: Yessir, now that I've killed off their only contact and have a whole fleet of battleships at my command, absolutely nothing can go wrong now.
Serenity: Surprise! We invited the entire reaver population to the party!
Operative:....HOLY SHAZNAK
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Flaffle :: A different kind of search engine.
PixelDuel :: Battle for pixels.
LimpLyrics :: Lyrics, duh.
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Mom where are the keycars?
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[.::MDT::.]
My gallery
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Mom where are the keycars?
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Mom where are the keycars?
hope to see more of ur stuff
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This is the end of the world
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I am overly obsessed. YES I know! You can stop telling me now!
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Women are people, too.
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Art Trades : Open!!
Requests: Open! ^-^
Clubs im in!
~bamf
My Clubs~ :devSailorjupiterClu
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Women are people, too.
South Park rocks, I'm the only person in my famiy/street to think so
Hope you like it here.
ps. South Park rules...
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