We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.
Invention, creation -- these topics continue to wander into my thoughts. First up, a concrete found poem by Diane Mayr about inventor Alexander Graham Bell. Thanks for letting me share your poem, Diane!
A.G.B. trivia: Did you know that Bell was one of the founders of the National Geographic Society?
Now for a poem about Geppetto of Pinocchio fame:
Geppetto in the Whale
by Tabatha Yeatts
I awake, my head in my arms,
and draw in the wet air. Still alive.
Beyond my tangled cocoon,
sounds collide and crash --
the endless pounding of his
rivers of blood roaring past.
I stand, pressing my callused palms
against the vast wall --
and feel the vibrations
the entrance, the exit, a circle of wind.
My fingers run
across his smooth, slippery sides;
fingers which have pried
shapes from wood, daubed on eyes
and prayed for sight,
trying to craft
undulating pulse of life.
Listening to the whale's ferocious orchestra,
I believe if I were granted wood,
I could devise a puppet right there,
in the dark. I could clothe it
with my own jacket,
fill it with story,
with my own two hands.
The Poetry Friday round-up is at TeacherDance.