At creative writing class at the beginning of May, we were asked to write a story about a particular time of day. The time of day was chosen by another class member. I drew 5:30 am, and wrote this lyrical story … or maybe it’s a prose poem …
An Unlikely Poem by Alice B. Clagett, 5 May 2019
5:30 a.m. Skeeziks! I slept too late. . . . All across California, dreams of luaus in Hawaii . . . are snapping shut, . . . like corporate valises, . . . boxing up wishes . . . in oh-so-regretful reels . . . of workday expectations.
5:45 a.m. All over California I hear: . . . Put another film on the projector, mister … . . . I wanna be the Amazon Queen, . . . not the youngest actress in “Les Miserables.” . . . Cast me opposite Fred Astaire – . . . I want to dance my way through life! … . . . Today I’d like to be ET – . . . anything but a secretary.
6:00 a.m. Wash face, brush teeth, feed cat, grab keys. . . . Out the deplorable door . . . to slo-mo woe . . . once mo’
Hold a Candle, A Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
Here is a poem written during the monthly creative writing class I attended at the beginning of May. The stance of the poem I feel to be good for me as a neutral observer of humankind.
Elsewhere in my blogs I express the stance I would take were I a transvestite (a crossdresser) or transgender person dealing with the Ascension clearing process through the Incoming Light. That process also involves neutral witnessing, I feel, but of a different sort: In that field ‘beyond right and wrong’ (to quote the great mystical poet Rumi) each of us stands alone with God, and assesses the what and wherefore of our human condition, the causal incidents of our Soul wounding, and that ruthlessly truthful Awareness that leads to an ever brighter Body of Light.
There is a Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.
At writing class last month, we had an assignment to write a story that included certain words. Each person in the class contributed one word at that moment; and the words were: candle, crutch, soar, sadness, transvestite, and excitement.
My gift to the class was a poem that included all those words. Here is that poem for you; the title is “Hold a Candle” ….
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Hold a Candle
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 5 May 2019
Hold a candle
Find a light
Hold it high
Against the night
What’s a hindrance?
What’s a crutch?
Find the surest
Soar in laughter
Sink in pain
Sense the level
One and all
Then allows us
May sustain —
Each small gain
Each transvestite’s fear
May find comfort
Hear their yearning
Sense their call:
I’m God’s child
As are we all.
–from Link: “Hold a Candle,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 5 May 2019; published on 31 May 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cVB ..