Let me take a moment to be honest. I am not crafty. I cannot make something great out of popsicle sticks, ribbon, cotton balls, and a hot glue gun. For those people who can make a masterpiece out of raw material- kudos to you!
The website Etsy.com takes handmade crafts to a whole new level. It's basically a marketplace for those brilliantly crafty people to sell their art to the public. But we're not talking popsicle stick figurines here; we're talking about jewelery, household decor, bags, pottery, quilts...anything you can think of! It's so cool I had to write a blog to share it with as many people as possible.
My favorite creator/seller on Etsy is Beesocks. She creates the BEST covers for Kindles, Ipads, Nooks, passports, and other similar items. They are fabulously unique at a very high quality. I bought a Kindle cover as a gift for my darling mother, and almost stole it for myself! (And, yes, bloggers have mothers and they are usually the best mommas out there...at least mine is!) Here's a link to Beesocks on Etsy.com, and I highly encourage all you crafty and non-crafty folks to check it out.
A Dream Inverted
I open the door
step out into light
garish light
it saves me right after it
knocks me to the dusty ground
but rising again-
that is what happens every time-
I look forward and up,
mainly up, because I see
a canopy of trees
with branches of time
spreading out and around,
intertwined and singled out
What I think is significant
is the gaping emptiness
directly above
where time is not present
or maybe just not yet
and I know after I follow
this path I’m on,
after the beauty and heartache
of travel,
if I ever make it back
branches will weave as
my song, story, and time
will close, with a thud
and click of key,
that light-filled gap.
Probably, by then, it
will be dark.
step out into light
garish light
it saves me right after it
knocks me to the dusty ground
but rising again-
that is what happens every time-
I look forward and up,
mainly up, because I see
a canopy of trees
with branches of time
spreading out and around,
intertwined and singled out
What I think is significant
is the gaping emptiness
directly above
where time is not present
or maybe just not yet
and I know after I follow
this path I’m on,
after the beauty and heartache
of travel,
if I ever make it back
branches will weave as
my song, story, and time
will close, with a thud
and click of key,
that light-filled gap.
Probably, by then, it
will be dark.
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