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To Live and Eat Cereal



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Tue Apr 02, 2019 4:35 am
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Poem Tally: 3
Last edited by tgirly on Tue Apr 09, 2019 3:53 pm, edited 3 times in total.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.
-Abraham Joshua Heschel
  





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Tue Apr 02, 2019 4:48 am
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if you asked me what
gets me out of bed in the morning,
i would tell you
about my Alarm Clock,
and the many sounds and volumes and buzzings my phone musters up
before the Alarm Clock even starts its keening. i
would tell you about the bus schedule and
my teachers' attendance policies and
the exact amount of time it takes to throw
on some clothes, a backpack, run some toothpaste
through my teeth on the way
out the door.

one day I would like
to have enough day ahead of me
so I could get out of bed
just to be for awhile
in the bright dullness of the morning,
just to live
and eat cereal.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.
-Abraham Joshua Heschel
  





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Tue Apr 02, 2019 4:59 am
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Oh gosh, I have lived that first poem! Very relateable. Excited to see where the rest of your poetry goes T!
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return
  





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Tue Apr 09, 2019 3:16 am
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Aurora Borealis

They are burning Kansas today.
And I don’t mean some metaphorical Somewhere-Over-the-Rainbow-
Click-your-heels-to-go-home-Kansas. I mean the fields
in Kansas are being burned on purpose,
and we in nearby states are breathing
just a bit less easy because of it.
There is no fog,
only an itching in the back of the throat.
Do you know what it feels like
to know of another’s fire, with no way to reach it?
To feel the itch in the back of your throat or
on the tip of your tongue, to know
that you are not their Kansas,
can never be their Kansas
(and here I mean the metaphysical one,
the there’s-no-place-like one.) Maybe you
are Canada or Antarctica or a missing point on a map,
and all your rainbows are rotten,
And none of your tornadoes contain oases.
There is no deeper meaning in your color-coded streets,
and maybe you chose the wrong building materials because you
were never very good at architecture.
It is best to remember that even the Arctic
has moisture, that snow can put out
the worst of flames,
can sooth the most aching of throats, and there are those
who have been waiting their whole lives for your light show—
you quiet dancing rainbow.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.
-Abraham Joshua Heschel
  





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Tue Apr 09, 2019 3:51 pm
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In Which I Am Reminded That Paper Towels Are Made From Trees

I have killed several trees.
I have washed my hands of them--
and on them.
I am starting to wonder what will kill us first:
The hand-washing or the hand-wringing.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.
-Abraham Joshua Heschel
  





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Mon Apr 15, 2019 5:29 pm
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April

As I pass the boy trying to read outside, despite the Nebraskan wind,
under the tree with its white green leaflets, very becoming,
holding my jean jacket in my hands like a limp, dead thing
I am reminded why we write poetry in Spring:
because no one wants to hear about the things which keep us warm,
nobody wants to admit that we are affected by everything.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.
-Abraham Joshua Heschel
  








Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening