Art is My Religion

March 4, 2010

Not Alone

By Michele Spector

In separateness,

We cannot fathom,

Subatomic particles,

Earth’s signature resonance,

Stand upon it’s magnetics,

Know we are not here alone,

But with all our relations.

Recently I pulled a book from my shelf that’s been there for years. I can’t remember where I got it, and never bothered to venture into it, till recently that is.

In it the author explains to the reader that certain words have no equivalent in Native American language. Words such as: waste, guilt, should, it, we, them, us, forget, could, free. But, rather, it is rich in terms of relationships and individualism.

I wonder if we didn’t believe we were separate as we are brought up to believe, but were connected to everything: the earth, every human, animal, plant, etc., would there still be as much senseless war, oppression, and destruction of the environment?

What do you think?

February 26, 2010

Ideas Come

By Michele Spector

When ideas come,

My hands are on the wheel,

I must look ahead and behind,

My brain is on fire,

I have no recourse,

But try to unburden my mind.

I have other things to do,

No time,

I jot thoughts at lights,

Between shut-eye,

I need to sleep,

It’s plain useless.

Why can’t they visit

when I’m alone?

Not now,

A friend’s on the phone,

I can’t assign time,

To write them all,

They come like a flood,

I welcome them all.

My best ideas come before I am about to fall asleep, or when I’m driving–which is the most annoying. I have to keep paper and pen handy if that happens, and hope for a long red light.

Where and when do you get your ideas?

February 23, 2010

The Creative Zone

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By Michele Spector

Venture you now,

Where words dare not,

And feelings vanish completely,

Walk quiet lanes with egoless thoughts,

Where creative sparks of life are spawned.

Before the words, there’s an inkling of something. As yet it can’t be defined, and we walk around with it for a while. Then it happens like a shockwave, and we are taken along for the ride.

February 19, 2010

Another Sunshine Award!

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By Michele

I greatly appreciate being nominated for the sunshine award yet again!  Thank you to:

and nominating me for the Sunshine Award! I’m really honored you enjoyed my poetry that much!

And thank you to jingle at:

For hosting this poetry slam!

Rules to Accept the Award:

  • Put the logo on your blog in the post
  • Pass the award onto 12 bloggers
  • Link the nominees within your post
  • Let the nominees know they have received this award by commenting on their blogs.
  • Share the love and link to the person from whom you received this award.

My nominees are: always brilliant poetry! what can I say. I really like your poems too!

February 16, 2010

The Other

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By Michele Spector

A jigsaw puzzle we are,

Peaced together, but whole,

Not alien beings,

Unrelated, apart,

Demonized by schemes.

We mirror each other’s,

Desires and dreams,

A sum equal to its parts,

Unjudged by others’ reasons,

Utterly torn from our seams.

We are part of the same whole. Peaced is actually not mispelled. There are peaceful alliances but under that cloak  exists great oppression. Many have been killed for being viewed as less than everyone else, and for not fitting in with the popular concept of who the favored were. Some benefit, but most do not. Every society in the world has their other. Even in the U.S. we still have our others. Who decides that I wonder? I have to hope humans will eventually outgrow this. If we keep fighting amongst ourselves for scraps nothing will change.

February 13, 2010

Ode to a Fine Pen

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By Michele Spector

I love kinetics,

of pen to paper,

and transmutated,


magical letters.

I love what happens as I start writing. The pen moves across the page, and if I believe in magic,  something magical happens. It turns into something besides the experience, turns me inside out, changes me.

February 11, 2010

My Poetry

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By Michele Spector

Poetry, my valued companion,

Searching life for richer essence,

Not content to dally long,

Concealed amidst the shallows,

Preferably burrowing instead,

Deeply inside its marrow.

February 8, 2010

Like Dorothy

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By Michele Spector

Like Dorothy in fabled Oz,

Strange guides appear on my highway,

They alert me to lampposts lit till day.

Can I muster the courage that’s needed,

Provided by my own Ruby Red’s,

Click my heels and head for home?

Did I pay attention to their glimmer,

Hinting of a direction to go?

Was I so completely mired,

That I just never noticed?

Sometimes a better direction is clear, but we’re too preoccupied with plans. We’re not open to surprises from the universe, and it ends up taking a 2×4 to get our attention. Is it supposed to be this difficult?

February 6, 2010

Winter’s Fast Approach

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By Michele Spector

Winter fast approaches,

Intends to swath me in,

Soft, most appealing dreams,

But I ache for the warmth,

Dazzling sunbeam’s display,

Carried on sighing breeze,

Vowing fair tomorrows,

To alter darkest mood,

But I dare to linger,

Challenging the long freeze,

It draws me deeper still,

To forgetful places,

At the drawing of day.

I wrote this when the last of the fall leaves crunched beneath my feet on my little walks. I noticed thousands of acorns blanketing the ground and remembered that that predicts snowy weather. I mentally prepared myself for what was to come. Aside from the fact I can breathe better in winter, I don’t really care for it. I love the sun, but don’t worship it, and relish a garden to play in.  While it is blizzarding outside my door, its quiet. Millions of individual ice crystals are filling every nook and cranny, insulating all the exposed parts of my door and windows, and the house is less drafty. Everyone else is huddled comfortably inside, no doubt imbibing hot chocolate, enjoying cups of homemade soup, or involved in this or that. I watch it like an old movie, look forward to spring, and the brightly colored wash of things that grow.

February 5, 2010

Luxury of a Negative Thought

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By Michele Spector

The mind, powerful lense,

Creates current focus,

Becomes a living thing,

a gift to be given,

or a price to be paid,

no luxury here,

of negative thought.

I have that ability, as we all do, to manifest what I believe. I must take care not to be negative because my thoughts solidify at light speed. But, if I am positive, a lot of cool little things happen. Yesterday, I won a small door prize, was treated to a movie, and won some gas money from a scratch ticket. Normally, I would brush these things off as if they meant nothing. Lately, I have been grateful for them.  I know they will turn into more significant things simply because I did notice.

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