poetic procrastination

So, as i was reading through this little blog of ours (as an informative means of procrastinating on the larger body of work that still needs to be accomplished over the next week), I realized that i had not yest posted the poem that i read in the combined class a few weeks ago in response to Robin Cavanaugh. I can not take credit for these words, as they stem from a group brainstorming process, and individual word associations. I am merely a conduit for collective brilliance of my cohort.


do not buy in to the fallacy
of objective history, for those
who see the invisible
can do the impossible.

perceptions
of other reflected back to
self.
illuminating boundaries of individualization
destroy to
create and elevate
growing
up
up
up
out of the
earth
roots to soil
soil to trunk
branches, reaching up
possible parameters of probability
spaces to spin spontaneity
and freedom dreams

wedging open the door
stuck my foot in
sunlight is streaming
into the room
pushing and pulling
in a power-play

respiring, expiring
inspiring our dreams
what we could be
potential

free from the power of
others and liberated with
the power of the self.
are we asleep or
awake and while we
create in our minds
what are we
destroying?
populate the landscape of
our minds with love and
vision.
do not buy in to the fallacy
of objective history


I hope you all are doing fine on this rainly, white night.
bright blessings
karen