Opel Kadett Estate
minted in 1967
A decade later it
became my first car baby
A real red Valentine
presented to me
by my mom for my senior year
A show-stopping heartthrob
that cost a precious $250.
A delicious cherries jubilee rave
that all my friends loved to ride in
A charismatic bolero dance,
this little beauty was all mine.
The very first week
that obnoxious “check oil” light kept
showing up on my instrument panel.
That little radish shrilled its warning.
I knew how to check the oil
I can pull out the dipstick
So I checked it lots of times,
The oil was always fine,
So I kept driving it.
Another week later
there would be no more driving it.
The motor had burned out.
Today, Dr. Kim Johnson has introduced us to paint chip poetry at the Ethical ELA Open Write. I found some beautiful paint names and gave it a try about the view from my window. I used Sherwin-Williams Color Sample Chart to choose my colors. I highlighted the 16 paint chip names I wrote with today.
There’s s a full moon shining tonight
So cold, the stardew has fallen and gathered on the sand Moth wings glimmer, their free spirit soars sky high
Thinking they are keeping the moon in sight
They actually frolic just around my porch light blushing in their undignified beating, their alabaster pollen powder sprinkling the air as they dream big Billowy breezes, cheerful and undercool make me
Think of the heartfeltdelight I carry in this earthen jug
It is time for a lesson for all us whites. Is justice and peace better 55 years after he said it? An unapologetic MLK prophesied. Listen we must. Aspect 1 is that he was killed for speaking so frankly of injustice and the complicity of white silence. Let his words be their healing, our healing. It’s been said, Sense of racism we all suffer. We all are of the same truth–no justice, no peace. There’s not superiority in having different skin color. Putting that into perspective…is there superiority in the size shoe you wear? Since 1619 similar people have tried to justify injustice. A mass of privilege led to silence and denial. The effort America has taken to hide in white fears, to believe whites are more. We need to reeducate. They need, we need to realize 40 acres and a mule would themselves have been such an easier and more productive effort. Old ideas out, so we can educate ourselves out of little and fearful thinking. We can humbly bow to their to-finally-have-justice lives of color. We can give up fearing, own, learn, take action on white supremacy, and bury our ignorance.
Stacey Joy has shared an accessible poetry prompt using lists, inspired by Kwame Alexander’s poem “Ten Reasons Why Fathers Cry at Night.” You can read the whole prompt and Stacey’s mentor poem here at Ethical ELA.
Seven Reasons to Fix That Broken Thing
Because a new one costs more money,
and extra money can be used wisely.
Because it will save space in the landfill,
and the world does not need extra stuff.
Because we can call it retro or antique,
and it suits our dusty homesteader cabin.
Because when it’s finished it will be useful,
and it will make me happy to know I fixed it.
Because it is just like one that I grew up with,
and it reminds me of my grandma.
Because we’re not working right now,
and we have lots more time than we used to.
Because it is rewarding to work with our hands,
even though my hands
are now dry
But that’s another list.
It has been an emotionally-full month or so. My last Poetry Friday post was in November, and I haven’t written much since.
Now, here we are in a new place, having uprooted from a home we loved and moved to another place we love. One that has always given us life-drenched promise. I have been coming to the southern California desert sincw before I was born. When I was still in my teens, I brought my future husband out to visit my grandma’s place. He loved it too. Now we have so much shared history here. My mom moved out here to take care of Grandma in her last years, and my children grew up visiting their grandma, my mom, in the same home. One of my daughters was married out here. Now I find myself living here, ready to be a grandma. Life goes so fast, but there is also Promise!
It’s been almost a month since I even attempted to record slices of my life. So much has happened since my last post. We finished saying goodbye and flew from Bahrain on 31 December. We began the new year in California.
So my helper word for January is “purge.” That’s what had to happen with this house, which over the past six years has been at various times empty, occupied, and used as storage. We are so happy to claim it again as our own.
We have been purging. The house was full to overflowing with furniture and supplies. It probably could have outfitted three homes with all the multiples of appliances, blankets, space heaters, furniture and more furniture. We have had lots to choose from, which we are thankful for and we are keeping, but so much extra is going out into the front yard for giveaways and dumping.
We have been here a week and a half now, and we haven’t only been cleaning. We’ve…
And one of the highlights of the season has been the news that my eldest daughter is going to have a baby in June.
So, here we go on another adventure. I’m hoping to simplify as I enjoy each new day I’m given.
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve written anything here. I came today just because I don’t want to fall completely out of practice.
I’m emotionally exhausted these days because, after eight years living in Bahrain, we are leaving soon to go back to the U.S.
Though we have some things we are looking forward to in California, every day left here I see so many people and experiences that I will miss. I’m trying to enjoy every moment, like these from today and yesterday: