Day 262: A Poem for Breakfast
“To develop patience, you need someone who willfully hurts you. Such people give us real opportunities to practice tolerance.” -The Dalai Lama
Why? Because again, as I mentioned yesterday, we must train ourselves to respond in peace. Peace begets peace. Plain and simple.
Today, I wrote a poem. It’s been a while . I’m really happy with this one. I’m calling it, “My Heart lies in Coney Island”.
My Heart lies in Coney Island
Love in the
ghosts dance in the tracks of the
there is in fact, a path to
Somewhere in the
deepest part of
forever and ever and ever
therein, lies my heart
because it’s forever
Little one in the stroller sleeping
Time waits for no one
and in a city that never sleeps or
and cockroaches that no one speaks of and everyone sees
and subway rats (it’s thrilling to spot them on the tracks)
strange nocturnal animals
ever really changes
I’m still short
they turn the colors of
grey and silver
I find my heart there
at the end of the tunnel
at the side by the sea
where the birds sing
and the russian women where ball gowns
to go to the diner
immigrants sell junk food out of
little red shopping carts
you’ll find my home there,
at the side by the sea
at the night’s full moon
the ocean’s glory
my heart sings and I
like Coney Island
really, I do.
So this poem is just a jumble of things, really. I hadn’t written one in a while, so this is exciting. What else? I am at the plateau of my creative inspiration. I’ve got to get my creative mojo working! Send me some inspiration, please!
Yesterday, I went to the Natural History Museum with my little one. It was greyish kind of day, which is perfect for indoor activities. I paid extra, and took her to the butterfly conservatory there. I highly reccomend doing this, if you are in New York. It’s so fun, you walk in, and get to see the butterflies up close, and the fly on you and everything!
We had a lot of fun.
Now, to think of another project! I really need to start a new project. I’ve been thinking about doing some wire crocheted jewelry. Maybe that’s what I’ll do today. Hmm. But it’s a beautiful day in the city, and I want to venture out. I think I’m going to take my little one to Greenwood Cemetary today. For those of you who don’t live in New York City, Greenwood Cemetary is like no other. It’s beautiful, large, and much like a park. It’s not scary at all. There are benches, and a pond, and ducks that come to you if you feed them. It’s beautiful! And Jean Michel Basquiat is buried there, amongst other famous folks.
I go to his grave every so often, asking him for creative inspiration and talent. It works. But then, maybe it’s just the universe being nice to me, right? Who knows.
What I do know is that creative inspiration comes in waves, and when you’ve got it, ride the wave. When you’re feeling like you’re at your plateau, it sucks. I turn to my poems, and my knitting, which are two things I can do when I’m not that inspired to do anything else. My little photo album scrapbooks are another thing that I can do when I’m not inspired, but I feel like you all are going to get bored of seeing so many. Right? Maybe not.
So I hope you enjoy my poem. Perhaps I’ll write another one today. We’ll see.