Welcome to the writing life Notes on life, writing, and other things.: 05/01/2006

What is Poetry?

What is Poetry?

Last night when we walked downtown –
over the tops of buildings we saw the tops of other buildings –
spheres and shapes that had settled together, a family cobbled together.

Different and unique together.
I like when it rains and the sun is out –
the water catches the quality of the light and reflects it back.

All these things are poetry, seeing, revealing in the most unusual ways.
Poetry is the stuff of a heart that cannot be shut down.
It is a voice that continues to speak even after the tongue has been removed.

Poetry tells me I am a mystery.
I am not a problem to be solved, but
a grand result of a just and creative God.

Sandra Lee Schubert © All Rights Reserved, 2006

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From a Poetry workshop

If you came to me,
I would take your hand
Dance with me tonight

If you asked me, I would love you
Carried away on a star

Don’t let me languish here
my heart full and waiting

Ask me and I’d fly away

There is a dream I wake from where the sweetness hangs in the air like Jasmine
There is a dream I wake from where love comes from the heart and all around
There is a dream I wake from that I dream to bring to life
If you ask me, I would take your hand.

Sandra Lee Schubert © All Rights Reserved, 2006

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Blogwagon

I must admit to having a blog that went unwritten for three years. Every thing has a time and a place. Blogging was a venture I needed to ease into. The blog came in the winter of 2003. In March I had been laid off. I have told the story before. It was unexpected. I was unprepared. I would like to tell you I left the building that day with a cell phone in one ear and a resume in the other as I headed to a headhunter/employment agency/bar. Instead, I went home and didn’t eat. I sat in that stunned silence of hospital rooms or doctors office when you just have gotten some bad news.

It took a couple of weeks to reorient myself. I decided to use the extended vacation time to do something I had been thinking about. I would write an e-course. I had met June Soyka Cook months earlier at a book party in the Muse hotel for my friend Laurie Sue Brockway when she had just released A Goddess Is a Girl's Best Friend. June with her husband Ken are the owners and operators of http://www.selfhealingexpressions.com/ offering a wide array of holistic course offerings through email subscription. I had been co-facilitating a poets and writers group for several years. I understood the value of the written word and the importance of telling our stories. I wanted to do a course around those ideas. So I did.

I enjoyed the process of learning how to create an e-course. I was happy to spend my time in doing something creative, constructive and hopefully beneficial to others. It was a much better way to spend my extended vacation then wallowing in my thoughts of unemployment. This brings me back to my blog. I thought I would create one around the idea of telling life stories. I made several vain attempts at writing and then I abandoned it completely. It was a co-worker who wanted to publish his sermons and asked me how to start a blog that got me back on the blogwagon again. I got books. I read other blogs. I tested some formats out. I revamped my old blog and created a new one. Again it was the process of learning that really made me happy. It has inspired me to do other things. Next I will revamp my website and I am looking at creating some teleclasses and ebooks. I plan to enjoy a fruitful summer. This time I will be gainfully employed.

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Sandra Lee Schubert © All Rights Reserved, 2006

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PhD

We talked about things, the book. I told you I could not understand what the fuss was all about. I didn't really like her writing anyway. How about the other one? The one who people think is so smart. I said, she is nice and all. But, I had a roommate who was getting her PhD who could not boil an egg or iron a shirt. I taught her all that. It's not the PhD that impresses me it is the ability to love. I said all these things, stupid things to keep talking to keep my brain alive. I've got wild beasts caught in my throat you know. I have to keep talking to let them out. Ever wondered why all those old people talk all the time? Man, we have to keep moving our mouths… move those beasties aside. I told you before when I go on and on about some petty thing the conversation I am having is not the conversation I am having. I am trying to get to something caught deep inside. If I told you all of it, I would have to start screaming. I would scream so loud and so long. I would throw my head back and scream until the last of the words left my body. I would fall on my hands and knees and beat the ground with my fists until it broke open. Satan himself would wake up to see what all the fuss was about. Instead, I sit here and I tell you PhDs do not impress me; it is the ability to love.

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Full Moon Hungry

Photo credit -River View, Holy Cross, West Park, NY
Sandra Lee Schubert © All Rights Reserved, 2005

Full Moon Hungry

Come my love, and slip down beside me
I am full moon hungry and tonight
it is the brightest of the year

Empty of you finally
after a long illness
almost took the last breath of my body
I measure each action as victory
marking time by each
day I wake
greet the morning
reluctantly still
after all this time
It is the moon that feeds me, moving
lambently across my breasts,
filling me with its light and grace
I will tell you
when I have reclaimed my life.

Moving past the shadow of this illness,
I curl into the smallest shaft of light.
I will drink until I am full.

Sandra Lee Schubert © All Rights Reserved, 2006

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I Write You

This is it - I write you like a letter.

Sliding my pen along your rough lines and porous skin.

This is the letter - each word scratches, claws and amends.
Here a stanza down your back.

Here a line break.

I justify all
and you as a work of fiction walk down the street -
dropping punctuation
and forgotten vowels
until the letter is well written
and I can say goodnight.

Sandra Lee Schubert © All Rights Reserved, 2006

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Declare the Head!

Declare the Head

The police said,
The luggage leaking
The sniff of a dog
The puzzled looks
The tourists running

Then,
The reasons why
The offer in a foreign country
The priest with a plan
The spells to cast
The gravediggers with a hunger

Declare the head!

The skull was smelling
The teeth still clinging
The hair still curling
The brain matter spilling
The kids were crying

The police just saying,
This woman must,
Declare the head!

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Night Highway

Night Highway

It is the ground ground, the slithery sliding slippery wet,

that sucks the heat and breath with a cool clammy eye, and hissing

snapping like the snappy top of Hammer’s hammer.

Boxing this corner of the world in, cornering the corner

slipping the wet thigh, along the night highway

scrunching the dark night into a small benevolent eyeball,

bursting,

just once before the sun quickens across the sky

falling backwards into a dream sleep

and here we are again

along this cool edge of the last day.

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Returning

Returning

We go to pick out her coffin. How horrible they all are. All these tiny, flimsy pink things. I want her in something substantial, something to keep her safe, to wrap her body, to keep her warm. Her body rotting in a pink coffin is not right to me.

So we pick out a large coffin and it is made of dark wood. I know she would love it, if it were a piece of furniture and not her deathbed. Does she remember what we buried daddy in? She will be above him. They tell us we could fit in another when the time comes. But not now. Now that I have chosen this wood that will not rot.

So just let me climb in with her. Dissolve into her flesh – like we once were. I will slip back into her belly and together we will sleep to the end.

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My submissions- by Sandra Lee Schubert © All Right Reserved 2006

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Wisdom

Wisdom
I don’t know
About the flesh

Falling and flailing from the bone

I don’t know

About the dark
The night creeping into
Every corner

I don’t know

Where the air is anymore
Pure and shapely
As a still frame

I don’t know
Why my mouth won’t open
Won’t scream
Or cry
Or sing

I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know

The Wild Angels Poets and Writers Anthology
A Body of Work: Writing with Heart, Soul and Senses
My submissions- by Sandra Lee Schubert © All Right Reserved 2006

Sandra Lee Schubert © All Rights Reserved, 2006-2014

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A Body of Work

A Body of Work
I am here – lined like an ancient river that once flowed east into the great sea.

I am here – a body forlorn and bound to its remembrances.

See me – from above, the shadow sister next to the river that now flows west.

If you were to explore me – rock and bone now ground into pale sand along the urban highway – I would show you the path of water that once raged against my ample shores.

This river is bound to the earth,

waiting for the end of the world and the final rain and the one great wave that will wash me once again into the sea.

The Wild Angels Poets and Writers AnthologyMy submissions- by Sandra Lee Schubert © All Right Reserved 2006

Sandra Lee Schubert © All Rights Reserved, 2006-2014

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Welcome to the writing life
Notes on life, writing, and other things.

What is Poetry?

From a Poetry workshop

Blogwagon

PhD

Full Moon Hungry

I Write You

Declare the Head!

Night Highway

Returning

Wisdom

A Body of Work

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