An Assignment

Inspired by "Alma to Her Sister" by Linda Gregg

We were supposed to use words from the last poem and imitate some facet of it. This assignment was really hard and frustrating for me, but this is what I ended up with. It will be workshopped tomorrow or Monday so it will change, but I said I'd share so here it is. The unit is "Music" so the emphasis is on the sounds, not the meaning. I think that was why it was so hard to write, I'm kind of of the mindset that if there is no meaning what's the point? But it was good to play.

I've titled it "Revolts," though that is likely to change.

lost votes veil revolts in the city
in the desert in the quiet.
in the city quiet votes veil revolts
in the desert in the quiet.

lost in the city quiet lusts
veil revolts. in the desert
liver riots throw revolts
in the quiet.

lost trust riles votes
in the dust in the quiet.
in the city that veils revolts
quiet riots veil lust.

Ventriloquist Poem

I had to make a poem out of words found in the word ventriloquist. It doesn't have to make sense, and I couldn't use any articles that weren't already in the word. It's solely about the sounds, but I find it interesting that I almost found some meaning in it anyway. It's a fun exercise. Our other word to choose from was hasenpfeffer. A good way to play, I think. :)

Here's what I came up with. 

LIVE

Quiet quest turns into lust.

Sir, visit, revisit liver riots,

rotten trots, sun lint, lost votes.

Lion liquor let's stun son to

rile true trust. 

Vine stone veils revolts. 

thisday

We talk about marriage, Christianity, and blackberries. And we laugh.

This is real life.

Full

I stained my hands in the sunset.

Purple light bled all over my palms and

I tried to hold onto the colorful vapors

but they slipped through my fingers.

I was grasping the sunlight and it stained my hands.

I hold them out for cold air to caress.

The way you say hello

echoes in my blood.

We are full of misunderstandings

but like the breeze whispers secrets to night stars,

my Father has whispered His love into this soul

for you.

I stained my hands in the sunset.

It seeped through my skin and into my bones,

it dyed my blood

which whispers of His love

for you.

My hands are stained purple with sunset
for you.

We are full. 

this house

this house is a beautiful place.

This weekend:

A fall party
homework at the ketab khana (library)
dinner with M and K
simply existing with M and K and A later
Vineyard church with Joan :)
and then lunch
baptism in M's bathtub!! so glad to not have that hanging over my heart anymore!
brownies, prince of egypt, shrimp, full couches and lots of joy!

a great weekend :)
thanks Jesus!!

what a day

A, L, and I goofed around too late and then A and I did the seven minute workout.

And now L is playing GREGORIAN CHANTS. SO BEAUTIFUL.

Had LAUGHTER with E earlier.

Bible study with international students,

rescuing a spider,

oh, it was just a great day.

borderless

I want to be borderless. Without a border. Today he said, “I am an international student” and I wanted so badly to say “I am too.” I am international. I am in my country of citizenship right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m not international.

Sometimes I’m ashamed of where I’m from. Sometimes I feel guilty.

I want to dance in the streets.