Old postits I found that had poetry on them from back at school

The lotus opens to the stars
how many petals are like this night sky?
Metallic stars,
diamonds on the floor of heaven.

I thank those that offer me a shiny paper for breakfast
and a pen for a spoon.

Trees with stones as leaves
grass of selenite
waters of purple waves
with fish made of citrine
behold petals of white
spinning,covering


starfish on a wooden plank
he's ready to take the dive

Listening to raggae and thunder in the clouds
happy mixture in my ears
deep blue rushing in
while I dance.

caffeinated pipe dreams
black and white whisps
drench my soul
in the harmony of interesting
green caps on medicated bliss
like paw prints in the snow

Poetry on my walk home...

Accosted by white petals,
they land on my eyelids,
swirling madly,
lovely.
A dream in waking hours,
a call to my soul,
be free.




Red yearning
my intent focused
my limbs entranced
inviting you in.



Black bird
in a white tree.

E.E. Cummings poem

I had lunch with an older gentleman that recommended E. E. Cummings. I found one I liked:
since feeling is first... (VII) by E. E. Cummings

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry-
the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other;
then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis

the starling and the crow

what is the difference between a starling and a crow?
as a child, i used to think that starlings were very pretty. They are black, but have what look like a magical purple/blue tinge to their feathers. They are small and act like a normal songbird. When I told my mother the one day that I liked them, she said,"Oh ick, even the cats won't eat those when they die". After that day, I looked at them differently and never thought about it until now. Yesterday, on the pavement, there was a small black feather that looked like it came from a starling. I did not pick it up in case it came from a crow. Today, on my way back from class, the starling feather was gone, but a crow feather was on the ground. It was then that I began to contemplate why I had ever stopped liking starlings and how much crows bother me. The very way that the crow moves, it seems too intelligent and full of dark power. The way that a starling moves is so sweet and light, yet they are both dark feathered birds.
I am beginning to think more about my past and how I have been shaped from it. Only after reflection and purposeful choices can I be free to move to the next stage in life. I feel myself becoming more introspective and a feeling of separation from my fellow students. I am transitioning through the last part of being a student to becoming a teacher. It is as if any new connections to my peers will only hamper the progress. It was not conscious at first. I just began to notice that my preoccupation with acquiring friends and people to connect with has come to a sudden halt. I speak when spoken to and think more before I speak. The connection that I once could feel with the entire student body is fading as I continue towards December.

Some information about starlings from wikipedia:
Starlings have strong feet, their flight is strong and direct, and they are very gregarious. Their preferred habitat is fairly open country, and they eat insects and fruit. Several species live around human habitation, and are effectively omnivores. Many species search for food by opening the bill after probing it into dense vegetation; this behavior is called "open-bill probing" or is referred to by the German word "zirkeln" (pronounced [ˈtsɪʁkl̩n]).
Plumage is typically dark with a metallic sheen. Most species nest in holes, laying blue or white eggs.
Starlings have diverse and complex vocalizations, and have been known to imbed sounds from their surroundings into their own calls, including car alarms, and human speech patterns. The birds can recognize particular individuals by their calls, and are currently the subject of research into the evolution of human language.[1]

I do believe that each animal holds significance and a certain power. The following information is from http://www.animalspirits.com/index41.html
Starling's wisdom includes:

* Ability to control mobs
* Imitation
* Adaptability
* Intelligence
* Mental receptivity

I find my current probing about starlings ironic in that I will soon be teaching high school, my current status as a student feels like an imitation, I am adaptable and intelligent and receptive.
Out of curiosity, not desire, but for a further understanding of my dread of crows, I will research them a bit too.
Crow/Rook's Wisdom Includes:

* Guardian of the place before existence
* Ability to move in space and time
* Honoring ancestors
* Ethics and Ethical behavior
* Carrier of souls from darkness into light
* Working without fear in darkness
* Guidance while working in shadow
* Moves freely in the void
* Understands all things related to ethics
* Shapeshifter

Upon reflection: I do have a fear of danger and death. I a perpetually trying to separate myself from my past, though it is impossible and self-defeating. I am currently exploring my past which is close enough to shadow, I am bound where it is free, my course is unknown, but my plans are set whereas a crows never are. Perhaps I fear that which has haunted my past affecting my future. Perhaps I am envious of the crows power when I feel like I just have to go through routines right now. I will reflect on this further.
For now, it just seems apparent that these birds represent very different attributes that I am trying to develop or fight. I can't help but feel that they have come to my mind and my life for a purpose.

A Cento of Lorine Niedecker by Jessica Frohling

"Pills"
Page #
I prefer my women on paper. 76
You’ll always get an answer 90
Of the moon-woman passing amid silk 24
Into the shadow 26
I am at rest 189
St. Augustine 192
Old man who seined 174
Among birch 242
Pulled down to the ground 255
Discussing heaven 256
Lost his head 257
There he sits and fishes 99
Riled the shore like bullheads 196
I must have been washed in listenably across the landscape 31
Raw wind, rain 81
Ash woods, willow, close to shore, 93
I face the east and the wind’s in my mouth, 97
There was a bridge once that said I’m going 87
Good- bye lilacs be the door 107
From my bed I see 104
Sun, turn the earth once more 106
Eager to remain 133
I’ve spent my life on nothing. 147
Before my death is certified, 158
I sit in my own house 167
I am lame and dizzy but eat 171
The cherry trees are in flower 176
My life is hung up 193
Many things are better 200
After all, ecstasy 202
Hang your tea-cup relations. 76
The music, lady 94
There’s a better shine 101
In feather comes 104
An effort to rise or stand up straight. 106
O let me rise to the door-knob 117
Sleep and it won’t matter. 119
Give me sweet pills? 128
They rave to me of contests. 134
Sorrow moves in wide waves, 148
I am sick with the Time’s buying sickness. 157
The trees full of snipers, the new kind 273
Darkinfested 287
Saw insects trapped 298
Against a large pine-spread— 190
Things that move, yes!— 172
Smile 242
You in the leaves sweetly growing— 172
Unsurpassed in beauty 243
Mind leaving, let body leave 281
A house without heat—

Word count: 300 words