oh i hate you some, i hate you some, i love you some

hello. i am aware it has been a while since i last posted, probably longer than expected from an avid blogger such as myself (ha). i am sorry to inform you that i presently have no new work worth posting, seeing as i am having a bit of a "block". however, i think the best way to be inspired to write is to read the work of other writers. so, if you would like to, take a moment and enjoy some beautiful words by Billy Collins and maybe listen to a little Joni Mitchell while you do so.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaqVWY3wYdQ

"No, the medieval theologians control the court.
The only question you ever hear is about
the little dance floor on the head of a pin
where halos are meant to converge and drift invisibly.

It is designed to make us think in millions,
billions, to make us run out of numbers and collapse
into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one:
one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet,
a small jazz combo working in the background.

She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful
eyes closed, and the tall thin bassist leans over
to glance at his watch because she has been dancing
forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians."

-from Questions About Angels

Optimist

One day I lay in the grass
as white clouds congregated overhead
but I wasn't angry
because it's just those silly silver linings weighing them down.
That day I sat in my chair
as a glass stood before me, half full
but murky and poisoned
and I wished it was empty.

So today I'll fly on my fragile wings to those clouds
and peel away those pesky silver coils
so those clouds can fly too.
And then I'll tip that cup with a clumsy, dainty elbow
and I'll leave that toxic puddle on my floor.
Then I will lie beneath that naked sun
with a glass full of air to my right
and a smile for a mouth.