Chew on Change!

Sorry I’ve been slacking. I’ve been working on my novel.

This first poem is an Ode, which is a poem praising a person, place of thing. 

 

Ode to Chewing Gum

Privacy lost many days a week

sitting, suffering with different folks,

makes daily life seem so bleak,

we tend to wonder if it’s a hoax.

What can we say about little space

that revokes such good behavior,

while someone tries to put on their face,

and others recite verse to their savior.

Stench that rises from when they speak

leaves plenty to the imagination,

stuck in a cloud that makes us weak,

wishing away from civilization.

Only way to survive poisonous bouquet

search hard for a pack of chewing gum,

before it’s too late and we portray

the insufferable complaints of a bum.

A fresh piece of gum, we sniff its packaging

offer it out of kindness and care,

hope they can’t see what’s happening

and chuck it up that you like to share.

The chewing gum is a survival tool

for anyone taking public transportation,

important to keep with you as a rule,

so you can go on with your respiration.

This is an unrhymed poem called Sedoka. It is made up of two three-line katauta with a count of 5/7/7.

Change

Change of scenery,

inevitable in life,

risk near or far from safety.

Appetite to move

leave behind the daily rut,

make dreams a reality.

Gum and Change,

Bea

I Used to Dance

I wrote this today and decided to make a slideshow out of it with me reading the poem. It’s a free verse poem called, I Used to Dance. It's something different. I hope you like it.

I also want to share an audio piece with you. The rhythm is so upbeat that it makes me want to dance, AND, most importantly, it’s my grandmother singing. 

Ticking of the Clock

Have you ever sat waiting for something or someone with tingling fingers and toes—your heart screaming for room? The clock keeps you company while at the same time antagonizes you under its control? You feel sorry for yourself that you’ve given so much attention to an object, and begin to move about to take your mind off the original obsession. The clock is just the medium for a scientific way of flowing one moment into the next.

Time tricks us into thinking nothing is happening while it withdrawals from our life account—deposits don’t exist. We keep time in our daily lives, a friend we unconsciously rely on. I don’t mind playing the waiting game with time on my ‘hands’. I’ve walked with time as I got my college degree. I used time wisely and at moments, wanted to deposit some time into my account. It felt like time stood still when death visited my family, and sprinted when my birthdays came around. I’ve accepted time as a friend—to walk with me through good times and bad.

The ticking of the clock is the rhythm of our lives, and I hope this rhythm ticks on for a long time with the love of my life.