In Motion: Bellingham, Poetry, San Juan Islands, Ted Talks


Saturday, January 29, 2011

Poetry: Two Love Poems

Here are a two love poems I'm working on for a contest.
Spicy hot!

Saturdays Song
Sunny Saturday
Beams filter through
The sheer curtained window
Onto the stage of us;
A bed of messy covers

Softly, gently
you sing and strum
I lie next to you and listen
watching your fingers move

Our song of love
Fills the room
Our hearts
Our minds
Mix in the melody

Your fingers travel down
the cords of my spine
"Play me, love me
Like you loved that song"

...and you do

Dream of a Lover
I dreamed of you
Once before this time
I knew you before
Once before this life

Your walk and smile
Your eyes and caress
Your mind and spirit

Two pieces missing
For life times
Coming together at last

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Poetry: Fainting Spell

I drifted off to sleep
After years of standing still
The sun arched over me
Like a soldier marching

Head slouched forward,
The arms gave way
Chin kissed the counter,
The music gently played

A spell, a trance
Fell over me
Spiriting me away
To a land of no worry

I feel out of bounds
Dancing in the night
Floating and swimming
In comforting darkness

Eyelids lift slowly and blink
Unable to focus on
The world around me.
To which world did I return?

No fear, a string around
The ankle keeps me
In the right space,
like balloons in a child’s hand

Fluid dreams, fainting spells
I'm paddling through reality
and a wonderland
Of forgiveness…


Saturday, January 15, 2011

Going Berserk!

Saturday morning and my eight year old nephew is getting ready for his indoor soccer game. With the help of his father he gets on his uniform, shin guards, socks and shoes. All suited up and he is ready for battle! Before they leave he gives me a quick tour of the few turf burns on his knees.
“I got this one when I fell right after I kicked a goal in” Oh my little soccer warrior.
“Hold on let me brush your hair before you go”
This brought up the question: why SHOULD I brush my hair BEFORE playing soccer? Good question.
“If I look crazy maybe it will scare ‘em” -Love this kid!

His enthusiasm to out psyche the other team, reminded me of research I was doing on the ancient Vikings, specifically the elite group of warriors called berserkers. Although their weapons were more serious than spiky bed hair, the goal was to intimidate the enemy with their crazed appearance.

The name bersekr may mean "bare-sark," as in "bare of shirt" and refer to the berserker's habit of going unarmored into battle. Ynglingasaga Saga records this tradition, saying of the warriors of Óðinn that "they went without coats of mail, and acted like mad dogs and wolves" (Snorri Sturluson. Heimskringla: History of the Kings of Norway. trans. Lee M. Hollander. Austin: Univ.of Texas Press. 1964. p.10). Others have contended that the term should be read "bear-sark," and describes the animal-skin garb of the berserker. There are recorded accounts of berserkers being both shirtless and clothed in animal skins. In both cases witnesses claim that "no sword could pierce their skin" and they fought with "such madness and fury as if possessed!" Sword proof or not, a warrior who continued fighting while bearing mortal wounds would surely have been a terrifying opponent! The horrifying reputation of berserkers was so great, rumors spread that they were supernatural and given the gift of shape changing by Óðinn.

While I brushed this little berserker’s hair we talked about what it would be like to play soccer decked out in wolf fur; hot and messy. Don’t think you get much wicking ability with fur; let’s stick with a polyester blend. Berserker or not, this nephew was going to have his hair brushed. …just be one on the inside and slay them with your awesome soccer skills.