the beginning created empty
Spirit was hovering
Let there be light separated from darkness
Be gathered into one place
And God saw good.
God said
Let each kind have it's own kind
Each bore fruit
Each had it's own kind
God saw.
Lights serve as signs to mark the seasons
Serve to give light on earth
He made light to rule
put there to separate from darkness
God said
Be filled with living
fly above
He created and it was blessed
God created his own as female
God said
I am giving you all
I AM breathes and it was very good.
Showing posts with label Found poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Found poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Found Poetry - Lamentations 1:1-6
a princess
tears on her cheeks
comfort her
she dwells
resting
daughter of majesty
strength before the pursuer
Pantoum(s): (from free writing)
passive, cut-off, isolated
barred from connection
paper-bag mud-spattered tear-stained crown-has-fallen-down princess
risky freedom of being a daughter of the Most High
barred from connection
abiding grafted on grafted in
risky freedom of being a daughter of the Most High
pain in the cutting away and cutting in
abiding grafted on grafted in
paper-bag mud-spattered tear-stained crown-has-fallen-down princess
pain in the cutting away and cutting in
passive cut-off isolated
Daughter
knee-deep in disbelief
loneliness sucks the life from my bones
rescue me
knee-deep in disbelief
not slave or pawn
rescue me
my feet itch to dance
not slave or pawn
loneliness sucks the life from my bones
my feet itch to dance
Daughter
The last piece that we were to do was to cut out words from two random book pages and create our poem with those. I can't seem to take a good picture of what I did, but I'll attach it for the sake of completeness.
Freedom
she wore words of anger
drowning secret tears
defined by family
difficult choice keeping trust
bewildering how you love me
my lady gaze expectantly toward your King
find comfort in genuine Love
FREEDOM
Painting anything is new to me. I haven't painted since the days of finger-paints. I found it hard to suspend my judgement of myself.
Out of this I have fallen in love with the idea of getting a Bible specifically for found poetry. The idea of taking something that has been an instrument of incredible pain in my life and intentionally turning it into a work of beauty feels healing.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Found Poetry - A Processing of Fear
I hate this theme of fear running through my words, my life, my heart, my veins. The fear feels like it's bonded to my very blood. I know it's March and for reasons beyond my understanding, the terror that comes with March, that terror in my blood - it shuts my heart down as the depression rears her ugly head for another life and death battle.
I have to laugh or cry right now. This entire experience with Be so far has been staring my fear in the face, of allowing myself to be stripped down just a little bit more, of putting down things that aren't helping me to be fully me and picking up things that are helping me learn to dance, to be.
As I've read through our Found Poetry exercise for this week, I've tasted that old familiar shame. The one I heard time and again. The one thrown at me any time I did something creative. "That's so artsy-fartsy." Lectures on how only math, science, and engineering degrees were "real". "Play the music as it's written...there's no rubato there and definitely no retard." It was less painful back then to shut down any part that wasn't logical and rational. I remember taking a right-brain/left-brain test in 2005 and I was very left.
These days I'm pretty close to centre. A big piece of my healing over these last years has been about discovering my creativity. Polyvore has given me some space in which to do that and it's been amazing to explore. I've got a feeling that as I continue to heal, as I continue to become that I'm going to end up as a right-brain. I'm discovering my love of crafting candles and blending oils.
Each step on this reclaiming of myself has been scary - and now here's the next baby step. The exercise this week - oh I want to bawl like a baby. To approach a passage of Scripture and find the words that taste just right from it....there's nothing about this that is safe. I have put so much work into making sure that Scripture in my life is always in context. What would it look like to let go of that for this? I could use something else, but I don't want to. I sense there's something here, something beyond the scope of the exercise because I see the colours of the Spirit dancing in my soul every time I read through the instructions. There is freedom here, another layer, another piece. I won't let fear snatch it from me.
I have to laugh or cry right now. This entire experience with Be so far has been staring my fear in the face, of allowing myself to be stripped down just a little bit more, of putting down things that aren't helping me to be fully me and picking up things that are helping me learn to dance, to be.
As I've read through our Found Poetry exercise for this week, I've tasted that old familiar shame. The one I heard time and again. The one thrown at me any time I did something creative. "That's so artsy-fartsy." Lectures on how only math, science, and engineering degrees were "real". "Play the music as it's written...there's no rubato there and definitely no retard." It was less painful back then to shut down any part that wasn't logical and rational. I remember taking a right-brain/left-brain test in 2005 and I was very left.
These days I'm pretty close to centre. A big piece of my healing over these last years has been about discovering my creativity. Polyvore has given me some space in which to do that and it's been amazing to explore. I've got a feeling that as I continue to heal, as I continue to become that I'm going to end up as a right-brain. I'm discovering my love of crafting candles and blending oils.
Each step on this reclaiming of myself has been scary - and now here's the next baby step. The exercise this week - oh I want to bawl like a baby. To approach a passage of Scripture and find the words that taste just right from it....there's nothing about this that is safe. I have put so much work into making sure that Scripture in my life is always in context. What would it look like to let go of that for this? I could use something else, but I don't want to. I sense there's something here, something beyond the scope of the exercise because I see the colours of the Spirit dancing in my soul every time I read through the instructions. There is freedom here, another layer, another piece. I won't let fear snatch it from me.
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