Moving Song
(written last year when we were about to move back from Bogotá) When I move to each new place,I already know every friend I makewill just be a facebook friend someday.We might not Skype, although we may. When I pack … Continued
(written last year when we were about to move back from Bogotá) When I move to each new place,I already know every friend I makewill just be a facebook friend someday.We might not Skype, although we may. When I pack … Continued
How blessed I am to give,how wonderful you can take.I’m just glad someone can usethese things for heaven’s sake.
My most recent poem, Fragile, keeps coming to my mind, as do the events that the poem is based on. So I set the poem to music:
Move again?I can handle that.That’s why I alwayswear my hat.
One man’s treasureis another man’s trash.And what you call “things”could be “stuff” or “crap.”And one man’s crapis another man’s…it all depends what youwant to call it.
How to write a poem–I wish I could explain.I just knowit starts to growsomewhere in my brain.
I just went back and read my last post here, written while I was in my last segment of college life, looking forward to getting married and moving to Bogotá that summer. It seems so very long ago,and just like … Continued