5.06.2004
I'm baaack
My poor neglected blog...
What's been going on in my life? Lessee, since I don't intend to use this forum to talk about my love life (aside from the passing comment of "happy, happy, joy, joy")... very brief synopsis of the current events in my life: the Calgary Flames are in the Western Conference Finals of the Stanley Cup playoffs (who'da thunk that I'd turn into a Flames fan? Oh well, when in Rome...), my dad did NOT win the Poetry Face-Off (musta been rigged), I am now the proud owner of a faster computer and a high speed internet connection (heaven, I'm in heaven...), I've just signed up to volunteer for the NDP in the upcoming but as-yet-unannounced election (I know what you're thinking... NDP + Alberta = wasted vote, but a grrl's gotta do what a grrl's gotta do) and, after a month long hiatus, I'm planning on returning to editing my novel. So, for anyone keeping score, my goal this month is to clock another 20 hours on Being Zoe. To help myself keep track of the hours, I'm gonna head back over to the NaNoEdMo website and erase the hard fought 50 hours from my profile *gulp*, and start the clock tick tocking again. Think that about covers it, unless you want a rant about Iraq. Tell ya what, even though it's no longer National Poetry Month, I'll swap you a rant for a poem (written when Bush Sr. waged his war against Iraq):
Ground War
Ice on filthy concrete,
like salty streaks on grubby faces,
fills me with a loneliness
and the tears lie close behind my eyes.
I exist through the hours
while my mind wanders in its haze
and my life appears to go on
but the tears lie close behind my eyes.
Kindness seems most painful
for it is difficult to bear its inequality
and when you tell me that you love me
the tears lie close behind my eyes.
Nothing has been learned
from napalmed children in Vietnam
except to censor the photos
and the tears lie ever close behind my eyes.
I am so angry
and feel so helpless
these tears cannot remain behind my eyes.
Tonight,
they flow.
cm
february 23, 1991
What's been going on in my life? Lessee, since I don't intend to use this forum to talk about my love life (aside from the passing comment of "happy, happy, joy, joy")... very brief synopsis of the current events in my life: the Calgary Flames are in the Western Conference Finals of the Stanley Cup playoffs (who'da thunk that I'd turn into a Flames fan? Oh well, when in Rome...), my dad did NOT win the Poetry Face-Off (musta been rigged), I am now the proud owner of a faster computer and a high speed internet connection (heaven, I'm in heaven...), I've just signed up to volunteer for the NDP in the upcoming but as-yet-unannounced election (I know what you're thinking... NDP + Alberta = wasted vote, but a grrl's gotta do what a grrl's gotta do) and, after a month long hiatus, I'm planning on returning to editing my novel. So, for anyone keeping score, my goal this month is to clock another 20 hours on Being Zoe. To help myself keep track of the hours, I'm gonna head back over to the NaNoEdMo website and erase the hard fought 50 hours from my profile *gulp*, and start the clock tick tocking again. Think that about covers it, unless you want a rant about Iraq. Tell ya what, even though it's no longer National Poetry Month, I'll swap you a rant for a poem (written when Bush Sr. waged his war against Iraq):
Ground War
Ice on filthy concrete,
like salty streaks on grubby faces,
fills me with a loneliness
and the tears lie close behind my eyes.
I exist through the hours
while my mind wanders in its haze
and my life appears to go on
but the tears lie close behind my eyes.
Kindness seems most painful
for it is difficult to bear its inequality
and when you tell me that you love me
the tears lie close behind my eyes.
Nothing has been learned
from napalmed children in Vietnam
except to censor the photos
and the tears lie ever close behind my eyes.
I am so angry
and feel so helpless
these tears cannot remain behind my eyes.
Tonight,
they flow.
cm
february 23, 1991
Labels: poetry





