Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Disappearance

A hundred possible skies
vanish from
my country's silences.
Every other cloud
brings a roaring,
a ground of storm
that emerges after
its one bright minute
has faded into
hours of fog
and mystery.

Nothing is more
dangerous
than atmosphere.

--lks May 2010

I wrote this as a sort of found poem, using words culled from Dave Bonta's Morning Porch blog and an article from the April 2003 issue of the middle school-oriented magazine Odyssey: Adventures in Science. That issue focused on the aurora borealis, but I didn't use many of the words I borrowed from it.
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4 comments:

  1. DaveMay 25, 2010 at 6:21 PM

    Nice! Glad to have helped spark it, but I never would've recognized the influence if you hadn't mentioned it. This is completely your own poem, I think.

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  2. LauraMay 29, 2010 at 7:36 PM

    Thank you; glad you ran across it and found something to like in it. I'm glad you don't mind me messing around with pieces of MP from time to time.

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  3. Photo-VincJune 27, 2010 at 1:39 PM

    wonderful image and words!

    have a nice Sunday evening,

    Vincent

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  4. LauraApril 20, 2011 at 4:18 PM

    thanks for your comment, Vincent. I am sorry it's taken me so long to respond; I haven't been blogging with much vigor at all, but I am going to try to start being more consistent and engaged with my blog here.

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I live at the edge of the forest in a little town in the north Georgia mountains. I teach sixth grade Language Arts and am writing a memoir of sorts about family, spirituality, and narrative. I am also exploring a possible writing project having to do with contemporary lay contemplative experience and how it might be informed by the Desert Fathers and Mothers of early Christianity. I am a relatively recent convert to Roman Catholicism and an admirer of Pope Francis, Leonardo Boff, Joan Chittister, and Richard Rohr. I'm a Lay Associate of Our Lady of the Holy Spirit Monastery in Conyers, Georgia. I am interested in indigenous cultures, narratives, and spirituality, especially how these can inform my spirituality as a lay contemplative. I write, read, take pictures, play around with creating ephemera from paper and cloth and other organic things. I cook, hike, watch wildlife, and collect random bits of interesting oddness, both tangible and abstract. I am a seer of smallness and a caretaker of ridiculous minutiae. If you want, e-mail me at riverrun67@gmail.com or lksorrells@hotmail.com.