To listen to the poetry of my students – while settled on a high cliff by Del Mar – I understand what poetry is: It extends us. Makes us complete and perfectly human with expansive soul. Poetry dwells within and without ready to be snatched. And my students do. They jump in the air on the wings of their imagination and in that leap they harvest words only to throw them back high up. With heads way back they eye the words that are slowly falling back at them only to be set free by their fantasy and thrown into a poem. No rules are laid up. Incomplete sentences, dangling participles allowed. Wow! I am leaving as inspired woman lucky I decided one rainy afternoon to become a teacher rather than an actress. All of your lives are touching mine. Your offered beauty in words, charcoal lines or gestures of paint brush stretch my soul’s horizons… Thanks!
“When I was a fireball
I ate the sun
When I was a fireball
I was the hottest thing around…”
Gloria
