I confess as far as my kid (Abraham) is concerned, I wouldn't be dissapointed if he and life conspired into becoming a Poet or a Dervish or both, something/everything/nothing. It seems that I've heard that in order to become either, You need to have fallen in love at least once, get up,learn to walk and wear out a few pairs of shoes.
Imagine my surprise when this 10 yr. old pulls out this folded paper covered with his scratch,wanting to show me his poems.
"Oh, did you do this for school?"
"Nah, I just did'm myself."
"Woah, really ?, what are they about?
"Just stuff"
Back in time,when I was ten, Mrs. Gorby my 5th grade teacher liked a poem written for her class. Her words " You could be a Poet someday" felt like a cool rain after a long dry spell , a drought I could no longer remember the duration of. I seemed to understand one thing about rain, Poets knew things,they discover,remember and explain things that the world has somehow found a deep need for. Can you hear the rain?
There I had been having written "Red is a Fire Engine , going down the Street" and here I'am reading,"Black Roses fill the hearts of 10,000,000 deaths from above" and "Maybe it's just the Bridge or maybe it's just me?" two lines of the number that filled both sides of a page.
At the top margin, floating like a frontspiece, Created by R.I.P.
I'd like to share the Zen reminder which one contained:
"All alone is all we are,
but you never know what
could happen to the feeling
you just felt."
The whole mystery of birth, begins someplace both hidden and known, and just by the chance of landing to one side of a moment in time, waits there to be found again.
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I love this kind of thing so much, it almost kills me.
There is nothing like the experience of that first seeing into language, where the ten-year-old mind looks into the word and sees not only his own reflection, but black roses, 10,000,00 deaths, ten years of experience, and at least ten other words under the surface.
And I LOVE that he throws in a line from Kurt Cobain and riffs on it a little. Bravo!
It's a boy!, thanks for pointing out the Cobain quote. I don't have quite the verve, to catch on to all of the hip-ness. I do love quotation when it takes you by surprise and without missing a lick leads into the hook or chorus of the creative flow. Big band jazz soloists on occasion finish a solo with a quote used in just this way. One of my favorites uses a phrase from Pop goes the weasel and ties it to She digs me, my satin doll. It's so unexpected and recognizable, that even if your solo was challenged (a nice way to put it) you'll be sure to get applause anyway. Thanks for the comments. See ya!
SPH
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