Ekphrastic Traveling

While I haven't posted my works in the past, I want to post this poem- written because of a simple (but gorgeous) photo my cousin took. Visit his work:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/jc_iverson

Traveling via a photo

The propeller metal shines,
though for me,
it is only paper;
it shines at me like a
nickel that has lost its way
from a pocket or purse; valuable, useful.
And I feel like a bird that
has to pick it up for its nest.

Though the black and white
etch their thoughts of movement,
(perhaps a trip to the ends of the earth,
or a jaunt down the road)
the feelings of the passenger
must be like those of Earheart
or Lindbergh or even the Wrights:
trusting.

The contraption is beautiful
and bright, made by those
whose brains are beyond the mass
of a million minds.

-HJS

It all Starts with a Mohawk

School's out and I'm officially stressed. It sounds kind of backwards, doesn't it? It isn't because of anything specifically really - only that my two boys are with me constantly. And me, wanting to be a good mom, doesn't want to hear the infamous words, "I'm bored." So I'm making a huge list of things to do over the summer.

I think I'm stressed because I want my kids to actually have fun doing the things I think they'll think as fun. Does that make sense? Anyway, we did do something kind of fun: Mohawks, well it really was buzz cuts and a mohawk for the oldest. The youngest didn't like it so much, so we shaved the "hawk" off. They love it. I kind of do too.

Until next time, you'll know what I'm doing- making a list, and checking it twice.
-HJS