Friday, March 21, 2014

To the Mormon Missionaries Who Interrupted My Walk on This Bright Spring Day


To the Mormon Missionaries Who Interrupted My Walk on This Bright Spring Day

Even more irritating than the intonations of your voice
As each sentence furled upward like burning paper

Even more uncomfortable than your unwanted attention,
Or the distance apart you stood

Even more troubling than the feeling of manipulation
Hanging between us like a heavy chandelier

Was the way I filed you into categories and stuck you in a box,
Left on some dusty shelf in a forgotten corner of my mind.

Confession

Dear world,
I have a confession: I like the idea of writing for an audience, but I have commitment issues. Clearly. My idea for Copper & Vine was to consistently post deep and life-changing blogs that inspire conversation. However, I discovered that while I have plenty of thoughts floating around in my head, they feel a little cheapened or boring when I try to put them down on paper. Plus, everyone and their mother is already doing that. Plus, I don't want to keep a religious blog for the sake of keeping a religious blog. One should write when one has something to say.

That being said, when you do have something worth writing, sometimes it just has to be written a certain way. I'm pretty sure the typical blog is not my style. So that's why we're going to try this again from the perspective of poetry.

Welcome to the New and Improved Copper & Vine, Poetry Style 

Ok, that's enough of an introduction. On the next post I'll show you a poem I wrote yesterday in response to an encounter that made me think hard about how I relate to others. Maybe you'll identify with it.