Another awesome poem I found:

Don't tell me you've never dreamed of this –
of waking in a room with a wide open window,

the air clear and ringing after night rain;
of needing no other reason than a sky

the unbelievable blue of which
sends you flitting deftly through the house

past the year-old jar of nails and flies,
the pile of dishes in the sink, and out the back door

where you're caught for an instant in the brightness
because the future's so much easier than you'd thought –

slipping your heart under the rosebush like a key,
everything you need in the canvas bag

resting lightly at your hip
and life as simple as turning left or right.

"As I Walked Out," Esther Morgan

Love the language in this poem! It's strangely calming and I like how it emanates this strong sense of possibility and hope. My favorite line is "slipping your heart under the rosebush like a key," that's some really great imagery in my opinion.

Survey

My survey for computer apps, give it a go if you want. The theme is school/what you do on a typical weekday.
http://tinyurl.com/tinacompappssurvey

To Be of Use-Marge Piercy

Stumbled across this poem by Piercy, an excellent modern poet in my opinion. Here's on of my favorites:

"To Be of Use"
by Marge Piercy
 
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.

Spoken Word Poetry-

Stumbled upon this awesome slam poem on bullying. Very poignant, very powerful, I highly recommend watching it in the link below.
Click here!

Introduction

So here's my blog for Computer Apps.This probably won't be anything too flashy, just a place for me to muse or occasionally post things I like. Probably won't be posting too often here either, since I'm sort of uninspired at the moment. Introductions, introductions, where to begin...?
Well, to start off, some basic info I guess: I enjoy reading, sleeping, dancing, and listening to music. I also enjoy free writing, so I may do some of that here in my free time. Also, fun fact: I'm not good at introductions...so yeah, I think I'll end this on that note.