NaPoWriMo Day 16 Prompt for Tuesday, April 16, 2013 April 15, 2013

April 15, 2013

“When I’m writing, I know I’m doing the thing I was born to do.
– Anne Sexton

“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
– Ray Bradbury

Prompt 16— Dust off an old poem or something you wrote in the past and turn it into a new poem. Don’t simply re-write it… turn inside out, upside down, shake it around and write it again in a completely different way. You can do this with a poem you just a few days ago… or one you wrote a long time ago in a galaxy far far….. anyway… you get the idea. Be really brave and share both the old in its original form and the new. Keep writing.

Poem Starter 1,415
By Christopher J. Jarmick

(Thoughts and prayers to
all affected today by Boston’s tragedy.)

Tragedy again unites us
at least for a few moments
reminding us kindness, civility
compassion, family, love matter
and all that is wrong, never equals
all that is right within.

Red Light Ocassion
By Christopher J. Jarmick

I forget as light turns red
stops my progress
demands my attention
teaches me patience
how thankful I should be
of traffic light.
How civil,
though undemocratically
in unreasonable dictatorial fashion
it decides in its inhuman
electro-mechanical manner
that someone else
has their chance,
their turn
to get closer
to their destination.
If you think you are more important
going to be first,
or that you have control
and can make your own rules
do whatever you would like to do
whenever and however you want to do it,
I introduce to your unrealistic assessment
Of your not so all powerful self
The great equalizer in the sky…
who is obeyed and trusted by all
regardless of race, creed, wealth, religious or lack of
religious belief
–the traffic light.

(I wrote this occasion poem a couple days earlier than the day of the prompt for my Sister Jackie’s wedding in North Carolina last Saturday. Congrats Sis and new bro-in-law Chris T) My brother Bob was able to go to the wedding and read it at the wedding…)

By Christopher J. Jarmick
(for Jackie and Chris)

in its original
gift-from-God-to-the-human-race form . . .is a perfect thing.
But we are human,
and the love we manifest,
the love we give and take
is something less.

We change love,
ex-change love,
forget and sometimes lose the love
we feel for each other,
and that we have for ourselves.

When young people get married
they jump into a seemingly infinite pool of water and realize too late,
they didn’t read the rule book,
didn’t get trained for this,
didn’t bring the right accessories
to make this comfortable.
They have to learn to swim together
which is more difficult than swimming alone
or they aren’t going to last very long.

And sometimes, we have to stop,
we separate, we fall behind
and nearly drown,
finding ourselves washed up
on a beach
alone, but thankful to be alive.

It’s easy to think,
I’ll never try THAT again.
It’s normal , human,
to figure out something smarter, saner, less dangerous than love.
Not everyone is ready for love,
We aren’t always in synch
aren’t always willing to sacrifice,
take risks.
We’re not always strong enough
We don’t always have faith.
We sometimes remember too much
can’t forgive and forget fast enough
or get too distracted
to concentrate on love.
We might even think…
who needs this inconvenient love?

We are human.
Beautiful creatures
more interesting,diverse, challenging
because of our imperfections.
But stopping to catch our breath,
slowing down,
doesn’t mean giving up,
doesn’t mean you don’t believe.

And when we pray
for safety, for forgiveness,
for happiness
sometimes , the answer
is love.

And if you aren’t sure about this,
If you aren’t sure that love is a gift
given freely, given selfishly, given without judgments, without restrictions, without an agenda….
…..then take a deep breath.
close your eyes for a moment (pause)
and when you open them up again,
look at the couple who
have gotten married today.
They are middle aged,
They have family, children
witnessing this new pledged union.

Some may say
they ought to know better
But here they are jumping
into the infinite pool together,
knowing how precious, how bless-ed
this gift of love, truly is;
knowing it is possible to live without
but choosing to live better
sharing it.

Jackie is my sister,
Chris, this guy with an accent
I’ve only met in person a few times…

but I know what Jackie knows —
because I found a girl named Teresa
when I was middle aged—
and she’s found a boy named Chris
and when it comes to love, real love…you have two choices…
you either run as fast as you can away from the thing
you grab your lover’s hand
and plunge into the infinite pool
believing the water wings will grow
with faith and trust
and this time this love….and I mean
between Jackie and Chris their love
is different…
because they will
never have to wonder,
never have to doubt
where this love,
their love
came from.

Copyright© Christopher J. Jarmick 2013

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’


Poetry is Everything

Christopher J. Jarmick is a Seattle based writer, very active in the Northwest Poetry Community. His latest book is called IGNITION; Poem Starters, Septolets, Statements & Double Dog Dares. Click on it to find out more about it.

Copyright© Christopher J. Jarmick 2013


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