Tuesday, March 9, 2010

What's on your flip side?



Last Sunday I was driving home from San Luis Obispo. An extraordinarily beautiful drive at this time of year. The hills are velvety green and wildflowers are starting their brilliant show. I was happily lost in my own thoughts. Who can retrace the bizarre pattern of thoughts that lead us to some sort of personal "aha" moment? I can't tell you what I was thinking about, why I was thinking it, or if I was even consciously on this planet... but, I started thinking about individual personalities, quirks, faults, and traits. We are, at a minimum, two sided. No matter how great we are on one side, we all have a flip side.

45 rpm records. Childhood's version of iTunes. How much did a 45 cost? $.50? $1.00? No more than that, I'm pretty sure. When you bought a 45 single, you acquired your favorite song, plus there was always "the flip side." The record had two recordable sides; Side A and Side B. Sometimes you lucked out, and both sides were equally playable.

All of us have our popular hit side. Side A is the reason for the purchase. Side B comes with the deal. Side A attracts your interest. You want to own it, play it over and over again, learn all the lyrics, sing along. Sooner or later, you'll hear Side B, the flip side.

What then?? Will you listen to it and wonder,
"Is this by the same artist!?"
"How could THIS song be matched with my beloved hit song?"

Will you listen patiently and give it a chance? Maybe this flip side will grow on you? Is it possible you might even find yourself singing along to this less popular song? Will you minimally tolerate it, quietly thinking:

"Ugh, I hope I don't have to listen to this too often!"

I did a little research.

The Beatles' single, "Yesterday"

Side B---------Ringo singing "Act Naturally"

Not horrible, but kind of a kooky flip to a beautiful song. I think I want to be this 45 record.

What's on your flip side?

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Butterfly

These days
I am a butterfly.
Thriving on ideas
fluttering from one to another.
drinking the sweet taste of nectar,
Keeping me moving.

Floating with the wind,
to the next flower,
new colors, new life,
Will I miss the beauty
if I stay in one garden?

Aroma of growth
the scent of a changing season,
Freshens my heart
Enlivens my soul.
I drift and soar from flower to flower,
purposefully in mind,
aimlessly to the smaller eyes.

One might call me noncommital.
I feel committed to all.
As I am nurtured
I nurture.
These days,
I am a butterfly.

Monday, March 1, 2010

If I Were a Color

If I were a color I would be blue.
I would be as blue as a tropical sea
I would taste like a snowcone or candy poppers.
If I were a color, I would be blue.

If I were a color I would be blue.
I would smell like the air after a cleansing rain
I would sound like the cooing of the dove at dusk.
If I were a color, I would be blue.

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This is the poetry pattern I taught to my students. Their poems are beautiful. Another day, I might be another color.