One muggy and unusual night, I woke at 3 AM, hazily recalled predictions of spectacular meteor showers, and dragged a sleepy Larry with me out to our driveway to watch for meteorites. After craning our necks for a few minutes that seemed like hours, we finally saw one or two tiny, magnificent flashes. It was a catch-it-in-the-corner-of-your-eye type thing. There and gone. Blink and you miss it. We stumbled back inside and I couldn't sleep for the Glory of God's night sky. Words pelted my brain and I had to write them down. (See the very first post: Meteors at Night.)

Like the meteor shower, my inspiration often comes unbidden at night in quick bursts that demand my attention. I get excited about it. I don't want to miss it, not any of it. Not one quick flash, not one Illumined moment, not one whisper from God.

I'm trying hard to catch it and collect it and put it all in one sky. You're welcome to do a little gazing here anytime.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Some poems that make "sense"


Tradition is black
It smells like roses
It sounds like Sousa
It tastes like oatmeal
It feels like rock
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Driving is gray and white
It smells like pine trees
It sounds like a tiger
It tastes like french fries
It feels like sledding
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“Overwhelmed” is orange
It smells like the sewer
It sounds like buzzers
It tastes like lemons
It feels like ice
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Worship is gold
It smells like perfume
It sounds like wrapping paper
It tastes like sweet tea
It feels like clouds
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Waiting is yellow
It smells like alcohol
It sounds like TV
It tastes like water
It feels like concrete
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Cancer is chartreuse
It smells like smoke
It sounds like a slamming door
It tastes like paregoric
It feels like gravel
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