[stylist] new poem: Living It

[Eve Sanchez]

Myrna, I do not remember the mention during the meeting, but I am glad you
took the time to share this. Funny thing is that it reminds me so much of a
poem I wrote when I was young. Oh not the writing itself, but the message
conveyed. The quality of the writing is so superiour with your piece and I
think the message is conveyed much more concisely. I appreciate you putting
into such beautiful words the thoughts I had. As I suspected during our
wonderful conversation that night long ago, we think alike. I consider you
a spiritual friend and love your talent. May it rub off onto me and others
whom you touch. :) Namaste, Eve

On Mon, Jun 11, 2012 at 7:36 AM, <KajunCutie926 at aol.com> wrote:

> Last night during our division board meeting I  mentioned a poem I'd
> written that had really sprained the brain.  We were  given fifteen words
> to
> choose from and at least one of the words must be  included in a poem.
>  You could
> use one word or all fifteen or any number in  between.  Well, in a very
> fun-spirited email the gauntlet was thrown down  and like the bull
> charging the
> red cape I decided to give all fifteen a  go.
> Here are the words we had to use, followed by the  poem.  It is both
> attached and in email.
>
> The required words to choose from:  compare,  quality, brick, cookie, tea,
> division, arch, mortality, orchestra, substitute,  split, diving, flat,
> juvenile, siding.
>
> Living It
>
>
> How  does one compare the quality of life
> to the quality of living it? Perhaps  there is
> no comparison because the life we are given
> is not our choice but  the living of it is.
> There is a division, an imaginary arch that  will
> split the entities of choice and predetermined
> reality. This will  impact the other but not always
> determine the journey of our mortality.  Extraordinary
> circumstances may do this but even then we are often
> given a  chance to change the seemingly unchangeable path.
> The brick, on the hand,  would likely not choose to be a brick,
> but it has no recourse, no offered  options. Nor does
> the cookie and tea have that choice as they are but the  culinary
> products  of another's whim. Neither can substitute a different path.
> Our avian friends  or their friends of nature cannot truly conduct
> an orchestra of their  choosing for the arias are already written
> and the conductor already holds  His baton. But how fortunate are we!
> We  can choose to go diving into life headlong knowing we may land
> on our feet or  flat upon our backs. We can peel away the siding of
> our juvenile dreams, our  adolescent schemes, allowing
> each to spill into our adult truth, into the  life we have been
> handed, and there the magic begins!
> We mold and we  sculpt. We paint and we write. We tidy
> up some imperfections, leaving a few  to keep us honest.
> And we live! We take each moment into our hands and  we
> breathe of it. We feel the wind and we touch sky. And we thank
> the  master conductor for allowing us to offer our own
> contributions to living and  leaving our imprint on a life that
> we hope will be remembered well.
> How  very fortunate we are, indeed!
>
> _______________________________________________
> Writers Division web site
> http://www.writers-division.net/
> stylist mailing list
> stylist at nfbnet.org
> http://nfbnet.org/mailman/listinfo/stylist_nfbnet.org
> To unsubscribe, change your list options or get your account info for
> stylist:
> http://nfbnet.org/mailman/options/stylist_nfbnet.org/3rdeyeonly%40gmail.com
>
>