Poetry For The Real World - Blogithttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/What do we REALLY think and feel while experiencing and participating in the hundreds of seemingly mundane interactions that make up our day? hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00 http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/383308Mary’s Debut She fluttered into the world quietly, then lit softly in the cradle of her mother’s arms and warmed herself in the glow of her father’s awe-struck gaze.I wrote this poem last year in honor of MLK ... http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/335169What will he bring, Mrs. King? "Valor!” She replied, when asked in May. “Curiosity!” when asked in June. “Art!” when asked in July. “Hope!” when asked in August. “Definitely, a Twist!” when asked September. “Music!” when asked in October. “Poetry!” when asked in November. “Medicine!!” when asked...Christmas Tsunami - a repost from one year agohttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/328951Prevail! Triumph! Don’t let the sea quake close Faith’s embrasure.<link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/322967</link><description>Paradise Warm sleep Warm awakening Warm reunion And later, a note from you in my lunchbox.</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/322370"><title> http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/322370Oysters (A Repost) Secondary pe arl! Salty ocean tastes divine! Open, slurp, swallow; it’s a communion with sea, and man, and infinity!<link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/317951</link><description>Remembering the November Fireplace The temperature is finally dropping. Your void is a cool shadow - a waning ray of memory, l ukewarm with the passing of time.</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/316790"><title /><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/316790</link><description>This poem is for my mother, an extraordinary woman, whose spirit is always with me. An incredibly good sport, she traveled the world with my father, and later with me, loving the adventure and taking care of both of us. This particular day, we were making our way home to our little Middle Eastern...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/283490"><title>A Private Screening of Scene Two at the Local Saturday Restauranthttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/283490Tom Scott missed a birthday and died a little. He’ll remember it next time, thanks to her farewell kiss. What pure soul will wake Tom’s pulse this evening, and erase that purple stain? A stranger who speaks the language of forget-me-nots in a field of daisies; a girl who never knows what time it...Jon the Middle School Drum Teacherhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/283025You’re my favorite anomaly- Calm in the midst of cacophony- Thunder despite the monotony- In each child, a potential symphony!Self Actualizationhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Georgia33/282312Oz revealed at last: Turns out it’s me after all!