This is so new to me-
The laughing is the most wonderful sound,
Refreshing as the sea breeze at dusk.
The minutes fly by as if there are never enough
Yet no time is wasted, each second a treasure trove.
Every sigh and murmur is the ebb and flow of the tide,
And when tidal waves burst forth I’m swept away
Into whirlpools that dizzy my brain in wonderful ways,
My tongue is tied and my heart is pounding.
I could drown at any minute and it’s terrifying,
Yet I don’t resist, I let the current carry me through,
To new places, full of life I’d never seen before.
Even when I simply float along, no agenda to mind,
It is fulfilling, never a day poorly spent.
The waves that envelop me need only their presence
To bring the paradoxical peaceful excitement.
No matter where I’m taken, it’s new, it’s beautiful.
I always thought I knew quite a lot, and in some ways I do,
But as it turns out, I knew nothing about the depths,
About the endless expanse of intense blue wakes.
I don’t think I’ll ever fully know, ever cease to find newness
With all there is to find and see, I’ll never stop learning,
Forever an explorer marvelling at each treasure uncovered,
That’s love, is it not?

In my college elective, “Words, Voice, Movement”, we were asked to write a ‘six word memoir’ last week. I was moved by a lot of the things I heard, and we broke off into small groups to share in particular. I asked my group if I could share theirs on my blog, and they all gave me permission to share theirs, citing their first name for credit. I’ll be posting them rapid fire since it’s the afternoon and more people are online right now, and I encourage you to enjoy them and pass them on, because I think they’re really great. A lot of these people were nursing students who had almost no other options for electives, yet they’re really giving their best and making themselves vulnerable in this class- it’s awesome. OvO

How Do You Describe the Person You Hate?

Now that you know, don’t you understand why?
Why I don’t like to talk about myself.

–Jack Ramirez

–Wishing Stars–

empty skies full of shooting stars

wishless granters from way afar

I will leave my window ajar

to plead my case, although bizarre

however rare I want one thing

please say it’s something you can bring

it’s lighter than a mere shoe string

harder to find than angel wings

safety, peace, joy, and happiness

divine relief from my distress

not from a pill; that’s not progress

but true freedom from my life’s mess

–Crush–

juvenile affections

are passive afflictions

that take no direction

but stew as infections