FIRST VLOG recorded by (taryn!) THAT'S ONE SLIPPERY ROCK a poem by (me!) Sandra, tvgp*** I suppose it took me about 30 years to write this poem in 2 or 3 days. Took me 3 or 4 tries reading it aloud to my daughter... And still couldnt do it without getting choked up. So we planned to video tape it a different day. I read it out loud by myself, over and over until I was numb to the emotion.. But not so numb, that it lacked emotion. Fine line... Fine line. And then on the next beautiful day that yielded us both the time, and place, and climate.. We walked to a bench at the back of the park, away from traffic, and bless her heart... She got it in one take. It's unedited and all~natch-ur-elle. Wow, Does it feel good to have this -one; slippery rock, out of me and into the great unknown. Thank my mom here for her video camera, my daughter for her patience, talent, recording, uploading, Dr Maya Angelou for obvious reasons.. And how blessed to live in the time of blogs and vlogs, YouTube, etc..... Cellphones, and I phones and iPads and iTunes...and earphones..
."THAT'S ONE SLIPPERY ROCK" a poem by (me!) sandra, tvgp
when i heard my doctor
recite her poem at the inauguration of president bill clinton in 1993
with the methodical heart beat and limited attention span of a chronically ill patient
we've heard it ALL
starts to sound the same, doesn't it
not hard to read my indifferent pulse on this blanduary morning -doctor
one more time. what did you just say?
Write that down.
so i can look (that) up
i'll never remember
-on my own, what does that even mean, doctor
you are talking over my head
-no less to midas than the What?!
is she tryin' to say exactly?
very simply? with hope
-you want me look in my "sister's" eyes?! doctor
in my "brother's" face
that's awfully optimistic Mz. doctor.
. 'do not be wedded forever to fear,' you say 'yoked eternally to
Bruitishness is all i've ever known doctor
Maya Angelou. Bruitishness is all i've ever known.
from the middle eastern "brother" who kidnapped me from my own bedroom
to the mexican "sisters" that bullied me until i changed schools. i had to change schools doctor Maya Angelou
how can i say "good morning" to anyone?!
when a black man raped me at gunpoint
and another held a gun to my head in a bank robbery
-when a giant white man abused, controlled, and dominated the little white child, me
speakin' of oppression.. and slavery.. did you think you had a monopoly on this?
all i've ever known is bruitishness
- pirates desperate for gain
starving pillaging my dreams, bombing my family with nightmares.
that's all i've ever known
cynicism and blood and fear and
seems to matter
everywhere and -ask me who -ask me who
because evil lurks inside the asian, the hispanic, the african and jew
indian, irish catholic, muslim, atheist too
say 'good morning' -i will not!
to the turk, the swede, the german or scot
that's one slippery rock doctor
that's one toxic river; and one question for the tree...
when were we all one?
once upon a time... we're we really all one
doctor Maya Angelou... your words, your voice, your presence dares me
-you dare me? you dare me
-to climb back on that slippery rock and find my balance
to clean the river with my own two, fully functioning, hard workin' hands
dare me: to swim against my own current
circumstances toward that forward leaning horizon and mythical unmoved tree
is that where i find courage doctor
or do i need it to get there?
where all my dreams that were murdered, and hopes that committed suicide
it took me to heed your advice doctor
"too good to be true" common for chronically ill patients to say
"Good Morning." a piercing need? THAT is your prescription for our country?
-are you serious
-it IS a piercing need; how did you know?
"good morning." i whispered it to a perfect stranger today doctor
Maya Angelou and he said 'good morning' back. check my pulse!
"Good Morning." i said it to a mexican today doctor -she said 'Good Morning' back!
Oh! doctor Maya Angelou!
i said it to a black man, a gay man, a priest!
i said it simply -very simply. it's like a "Good Morning!" feast
to a lesbian, a blind child, a store owner; his labor
i even said 'good morning' to my republican neighbor!
check my pulse! it's one fine morning
doctor Maya Angelou...
-something tragic happened.
over the years its taken me to heed your advice something tragic has happened and grown worse every year
that's one slippery rock
doctor Maya Angelou
i haven't said "good morning" for months
i've been silent. unnoticed, unheard
not one simple, very simple, not one simple word
"GOOD MORNING!" i say,
but not one of them hears
they've all got those friggin' phones in their ears!
i look out and up, but my sisters and brothers look down
doctor Maya Angelou
is my courage now?