Leave the Comfort Zone
Leave what is familiar
Go somewhere unknown, feel unsure and uneasy
Amazing how poor my life experience has been, it was all so quiet there
No hard times or military with guns walking the streets
Majority are fair, white except in cities where pockets of south Asian, Blacks, Chinese, Koreans
become Canadian, where “life is huge” said the writer,
“It’s good to be small” be defined by who you are,
not what you are
I am still finding me, even at my age
Not my mother or my father, but me
Not a doctor or a lawyer
Not stressed out or overloaded
The one who sews the of seeds of knowledge,
provides a shoulder to cry on, and
kicks you out the door when you’ve overstayed
in the comfort zone.
© Catherine Woods 2018
Listening to Poetry After a Beer
With instructions from Lamoi
Fuzzy head
Fuzzy sights
A clear sense of unreality
A wobbly sense of the actual size of the room
Photos on the walls
reflect locations and people
from all around this planet
Words spoken by whitehead, asgari,
reflect youth unexplored yet exploring their spaces permitted
from around their consciousness
A baby from Brampton
spoken word artists (not my cup of tea)
An arch from Afghanistan
Arabic -> transected -> not by anyone
A door in Johannesburg
Ramblings from inside the mind of a younger male/female/lesbian/bi/gay/transgendered/queer entity
Camera -> paper
Lens -> pencil
Write what is you. Read what is not.
Which can be said to be more real at framing an instant in time?
Such diversity of spirit
Such ethnicity of humanity
Dancing and singing and
Speaking words out loud
be a better version of ourselves
feel the better you
Isn’t it all a performance?
Isn’t it as perfect as poetry or photographs?
Isn’t it a moment to remember forever and ever?
Did the beer change my impression of the event?
We’ll never know.
© Catherine Woods 2018
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