Tuesday morning writings...

We're Twelve Feet In The Air!

I feel so high...
I want to smile, cheek to cheek!

People would question why...

Because I'm in love... with another guy is crazy, unheard of...
Nothing you talk about in this small town of ours.

I feel so good though! I wish I could announce it to the world...

12 feet high


BLAZY Blah-Blah!

This morning I left the house at a reasonable time. My car started up well. I really didn't forget anything...

Surprisingly, I had a great start to the day.

This is just to say?

I have been doing a lot of subbing in a local high school recently, and have sat in on some english classes covering poetry. One poem we covered was 'This is just to say' by William Carlos Williams. You can read that poem in the link posted below.

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15535

One assignment the students had was to write a poem in the style, format based on this honest, brutally raw poem that expresses being incosiderate. It is a poem I find myself reading over and over again. You can substitute the plums with basically anything. Personally, beer seems more along my interest.

I took a jab at taking on the assignment myself. Here is how my attempt - whether a pass or fail, turned out.


KUHAR (written 5/28/2010)

I thought I was in love with you.

And you could have been overjoyed; happy with that.

Please forgive me, although you knew... Love can exist between two people. It was only lust... with you.

*My poem based on 'This is just to say' by William Carlos Williams.


Writing comes easy to me at the most random times. Yesterday, I wrote a statement where I didn't even attempt to mimic anything but here was free verse that ended up sounding like the tone/style that William Carlos Williams was in.

It sucks I have to be here...
and you, there.

I ask myself nearly every day,
was it love?

Twenty-Four

Twenty - Four stands so tall.

Just write it... a two, and a four.

Sometimes you just want to push it down. Well, maybe not the two.

Twenty-Three was a bit painful to me.

Twenty-Four isn't that bad - just in between... odd. (Even, I mean!)

Twenty-Five is... old; to become.

Good Friday

Why do the most beautiful days... with sunshine, and blue skies have to be the dark ones, internally?

Feeling frustrated, and a sense of guilt are never too good.

I went for a walk on the trail this morning. I couldn't make it all the way... I felt I needed to get back home - to write? Yes, perhaps...

When I go walking, running on the Catherine Valley Trail, it brings the best and worst out of me. It can be a very emotional trip; form of exercise.

I wasn't too happy turning around but something did seem wrong...

I am back home though, where everything is just fine. It's just... me.

As I was ending up my dose of sunshine, trying to be upbeat about things, the song - Gethsemane (I Only Want To Say), from Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical, JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR came up on my ipod. Yes, randomly - on Good Friday. As I question... How the most beautiful days out there, can also be the darkest ones.

On a lighter note, as I approached my bedroom door, "Say Liza" (Liza with a "Z") was playing on the ipod. What privilege to share my birthday, March 12th with Ms. Liza Minnelli.

SATURDAY March 27th... and that I need to BLOG more!

** I miss blogging! I mean, daily or on a weekly basis I do journal... sometimes I feel blogging helps me connect to others around me, because you'd be reading about what's going on in my life currently... Not sure if people would be interested in reading old journal entries of mine, but here goes a recent one** ~Trent

Saturday March 27, 2010

Well, my alarm clock went off at 7AM... Did I get up? No. Did I text a friend? Yes... and yes 7AM is early for a text message!

As I grabbed my morning coffee, I found Mom in the living room with her cup. The original film, THE CUTTING EDGE was airing on ABC Family Television. It surely brightened my day.

J.M. had gotten a late start to the day... so that had pushed things back an hour 1/2, and that was fine by me. I have my ipod with me, and enjoying a mocha frappiccino.

I was looking at music by Nina Simone, Billie Holiday, and the Original Broadway Cast Recording of "Mack & Mabel" - all at a very reasonable price! I also saw some albums of Ms. Renee Fleming which also grabbed my short attention span which takes over so well in a store such as B&N! Music, and books... with a cafe; I go crazy!

No idea how my meeting will go with J.M. ... I can only be thankful, and grateful for him availing his time to meet up with me. I wanted to brainstorm topics of discussion, or something! I feel so unprepared...
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Well, I put some things down of thought. Finally, I believe J.M. is on a bus to B&N... it seems weird to say, I vaguely remember what it was like... to rely on Public Transportation.

Ecstasy of The Dance

A dancer, choreographer should never sit down in a coffee shop, with some java and a book, and expect the normal joys of a coffee shop to be there... especially with tunes playing; courtesy of your ipod.

As you "seem" to be focused on reading some literature... a particular song comes up, the words on the page disappear into a large performance space, and there you are giving the best, stellar dance performance you've imagined under the heat of some bright, colorful lights.

In reality, your constrained sitting at the coffee shop... with complete strangers surrounding you. Immersed in your beautiful masterpiece - the ecstasy of the dance... you wonder. You wonder... why aren't they smiling? Why aren't these people enjoying themselves? The dance that goes through my mind, body, and soul.

I come back to reality. I can't imagine what the man or woman must be thinking across the shop from me. I don't think they can comprehend this out of body experience that dance can give me... constrained to my book, ipod and my cafe mocha. I'm afraid they can see the sweat build up as I sit, write of this experience... while I dance in my head; or out of breathe I really do feel just sitting here.

I can't imagine someone else actually relating to this ... or can I?

The Ecstasy of The Dance!


[I am still tweaking this here and there... TTL]

A Smile for Ani!

I feel okay - cool... feeling good.

I am happy that she's happy. It is inspiring!

Happiness is attainable.

Look at Ani! My joy cannot be containable.

Her music moves me; awakening the mind, body, and soul. Her happiness propels me into some brighter, beautiful days!

When the darker days arise, she's there. I mean, she has been there...

She just moves me; just makes me wanna go!

Up the road she goes... where one has strummed her guitar, heart-strings so. Where happiness seems to grow.

We are on different paths, I know.

When happiness pierces into my heart as your music just soothes my soul...

Well, Ani! That is the happiness I long to know.