Shakespeare Quote of the Day

"According to the fair play of the world,
Let me have audience; I am sent to speak"
-King John

Not Much Sleep

I feel groggy and half asleep
Ready to laugh and ready to weep
How vague things seem in fuzzy light
I think it's time to say goodnight
Waking early is insane
It's just like waking
Without a brain

Shakespeare Quote of the Day

“When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain”
-Richard II

North Carolina

I came
A suntanned girl
Looking for opportunity
Searching for the end of summer
In the brown dregs of a bowl of wet clay
Six days flew by
Six days of laughing and learning
Spilling and making huge messes
Gorging myself on things
That looked vile
But tasted fabulous
Now
I am leaving
A girl
With short fingernails
Smudges under her eyes
And probably smeared clay somewhere
On her body
A happy heart
When I step on the plane
In the dense air of North Carolina
I will turn my head
Raise my glaze spattered hand
And wave goodbye

Shakespeare Quote of the Day

"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!/ For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
-Romeo and Juliet

Yesterday

Sorry about missing yesterday. I had a little problem with the internet. Anyway, here is today's poem...

Bits of clay flake off
my fingers which are dry and
much used at present

Shakespeare Quote of the Day

"One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun."
-Romeo and Juliet

Emotions

Tiny fluttering
A pair of wings beating in
The depths of my heart

Shakespeare Quote of the Day

"So wise so young, they say do never live long."
-King Richard III

Thoughts in Sculpture

Sculptors thoughts will show
Shifting in the clay below
The gritty surface

Shakespeare Quote of the Day

"Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know."

-Twelfth Night

my poor little pot

A rubbery heap
A cracked tower
Help up by supports
Drooping like
A weary old man
A blob
Nondescript
Silent and sulking
Almost as if it is angry
At me, its creator
For being so infantile
So useless
Of course it cannot feel this way
I tell myself
But still
My fingers scratch its surface
I can almost
Hear the whimper
As my poor little pot
Begins to collapse

Shakespeare Quote of Day

"Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment."

Airplane

The tinkle of an ice cube
Against a plastic glass filled with
Sugar and carbonated water
The loud humming
Somewhere in the background
Never quite forgotten
The minuscule overhead fan
That blows cold air onto me
Somehow chilling me to the bone
The acrid smell
Floating just underneath the surface
Of badly disguised vomit
The clouds drift by
Seemingly unaware
That I am watching them

Birthday

One year older
I ponder that phrase
While I am stuck
In the growing-up maze
Am I really better
By 300 days
Or am I just searching
Diving into haze?
My life is a cyclone
Just one really big storm
But here I am searching
Looking for norm

It's my birthday!

"There was a star danced, and under that was I born."
-Much Ado About Nothing

Happy Birthday to me! This quote was sent to me by somebody who loves me and was thinking about me today. I think it is a great quote, and it really describes Shakespeare himself. He must have been born under a dancing star, because his words are truly magical. Anyway, another year gone. I hope all my readers are ready to get back to school and back into the grove of things.

~Claire

Shakespeare Quote of the Day

"First, rehearse your song by rote,
To each word a warbling note:
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
We will sing, and bless this place."
-A Midsummer Night's Dream

Water Up My Nose

Stinging nasal pain
Vision flicking in and out
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! That hurts.

Shakespeare Quote of the Day

"Take hold of me, for my particular grief
Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows
And it is still itself."
-Othello

Away from the Field

the tension slowly builds

first

in my head alone

then

in my muscles, which 

screech into action

like an unused bike

I wipe away the rust 

from my cleats

from my shin guards

I polish my ball and 

siphon off the dirt and grime

from my legs

the tan of summer

spreads like a stain 

across me

a mark of my leisure 

and of the time spent

away from the field