Revised: An Empty Love Letter

I just revised this poem. I revised it because after reading it with fresh eyes I realized that it needed something else, it needed a facelift, a poetic facelift.

I am going to try and practice what I learned at The Martha’s Vineyard Institute of CreativeWriting.

I was fortunate enough to attend this program a few weeks ago and I learned so much.

I came home with a new found enthusiasm to work on my poetry and short stories. So this is my first revision of an old post.

via An Empty Love Letter

Music Mondays: Changes

Change starts with you! Remember your history as a warning, learn from the lessons of the past. Changes start with people like us-it is up to us to make things all right.

 

 

Dear Lady Liberty

Dear Lady Liberty,

As you stand in the harbor watching over our nation, I imagine the tears falling down your face. I imagine your heart has been broken by the problems we have created. I imagine that as you are standing in the harbor you are watching how we systematically kill your children.  Today, you are the figure of a mother burying her children.

We will destroy the liberty and freedom we fought to create over the years. Marches occurred to fight for our rights, but overnight we seemed to forget the power “We the people” have. We continue to marginalize groups of people because they are different.

We have forgotten our past and ignored our history. We have tried to erase it. We have ignored the wound and now it is infected, and I apologize. Lady Liberty. I apologize for not taking care of your children or valuing the idea of freedom and liberty.

I apologize for the lack of effort to promote unity.

I am sorry.

I will apologize to you when the rest of the nation is in turmoil. I apologize while everyone else ignores that movements and moments start at home.

I have hope that we learn how to respect our differences. I hope that we will not forget our past. I hope, that we learn how to improve our future. I hope that as a nation, we figure out how to move forward together.

I hope that as the turmoil subsides we learn that we all must be part of the solution. Sitting by is no longer an option. I hope that we learn that small actions matter just as much and large ones.  I hope that we realize that change starts and ends with our efforts We have to stand up and move forward together.

We cannot forget the harsh truth of our past.  The hurt and pain we have faced as a nation. We cannot forget how you, Lady Liberty, witnessed what we have become as a nation. How we have built ourselves up by oppression. You watch how we beat down on others just to build up this American identity—an American identity which spans beyond the white skin or brown skin or yellow skin or tan skin, that any one of us possess. Our history is ugly, but our future can be great.

Our present should not be a movement to rewind the clock.

Lady Liberty, I extend my hand to offer you hope. All is not lost, but these are trying times.

I hope that I will leave a better nation for my children, for your children and all children.

I hope that we take back the power that we have been given as citizens and exercise our rights.

I hope that we understand.

Love,
Hopeful America

Copyright © Delia Marrero 2017 All rights reserved.

Let’s Share: Patricia Bell-Scott

Again, I am going to talk about another wonderful woman I met over the weekend at this writing conference I attended.

Patricia Bell-Scott, I don’t even have words to describe the friendship that emerged. She is an award winning published author and all around humble human being.

Please check out her website:

http://patriciabellscott.com/

Then purchase her newest book:

The Firebrand and the First Lady 

Music Monday’s

I forgot it was Monday and that I should be sharing some music. In the spirit of this weekend-here are my choices.

Notice the recurring theme!

Because I am a queen that thing goes on-and-on.

Let’s Share: Lisa St. John

You ever meet anyone who you instantly connect with? Someone who is amazing, happy and authentic. That is Lisa, I met her at a writer’s conference over the weekend and I cannot begin to tell you how kind she is. She touched my heart with her generosity and sincerity.

Check out her blog.

Oh, and her poetry because it is beautiful.

https://lisastjohnblog.com/about/

Let’s Share: Mary Beth

I made a new friend at a conference I attended over the weekend. Please stop by her and visit her blog. She was absolutely delightful and kind. She definitely had an infectious smile.

Happy Monday!

https://mbcoudal.com/about/

 

Slow Days

There are some days that just drag on and on without any end in sight.

Is this statement dramatic? YUP! After all I am permitted, on occasion, to be extreme. What would life be without sporadic embellishments?

I am consumed by, well — at the moment nothing. I oft think about everything all at once with no end in sight. Typically, my mind runs off creating a series of many things while trying to maintain some semblance of sanity through the chaos.

As of late my mind is quiet.

The storm has quieted, quit, left, dispersed even.

The days seem slower and a little longer, but before I know it—it’s tomorrow.

Slow but quick —this my friends is what I am going to call an oxymoron-juxtaposing-phrase! And that is how I am quantifying the whole of my existences at the moment. The day goes on and then, changes with the blink of an eye, but continuously drags throughout time.

This too shall pass.

All things in life pass, everything changes , nothing is ever as it was before. Slow days pass too, they become fleeting moments when least expected.

Now, don’t get me wrong I rather enjoy this slow pace and thoughtless mind.

There was  a point in my life I was constantly on the go. Always doing something, running my kids here and there and I kept busy, so busy that I stressed myself out. That is the routine that all of us are trained to adhere to.  I was convinced that my life was supposed to be like that. I think we all think that we are supposed to be so busy that you should never have free time.

Somehow we believe that free time is bad.

I realize now that free time is what we all need. Slow days give you time to realize that our lives are insignificant fleeting moments in time. We should not waste the moments pretending, analyzing, rushing around, scheduling time with friend and overworking ourselves into the ground.

Be happy, silly, immature and love those who mean something to you because, in the end, we are all worm food. It does not matter if your casket is made of solid gold or a wooden box eventually your flesh will rot away and so will mine.

One day I will slowly return to the Earth and I don’t want to do so overworked and stressed. I want to know that I slowed down just enough to watch my daughters grow and laugh with them. I want to keep building memories with those who mean something to me and I am going to create my own way against the current of popular belief.

Enjoy every slow day you get!

 

 

 

Observing The Classroom

I had the opportunity to sit in a classroom and observe.

No mandatory participation just observation.

I was able to observe the learning I long participated in for a little more than a decade of my life; in between student and professor, I was neither one. I was able to sit and watch the learning of newcomers to an experience that I have completed.

Observing the prolific professor discuss the content and watch the students take in learning was a different and yet important experience.  Watching the students with their different learning styles take in the knowledge then share what they thought gave me something to think about.

As a student I am always concerned with either one of three things:

  1. How much do I have to participate today? (This depends on the discussion
    of the classroom, but never applies to an independent study.)
  2. What tidbits of information do I have to pay real attention to?
  3. When is the break? (Three-hour evening courses require a break.)

The great thing about simply sitting in a class and listening with no real stake in the game  was observing.

The art of teaching and the art of learning are intertwined.

Watching nervous students learn about their voice and how to express their thoughts is quite fascinating.

Opening up a mind is a fascinating thing; guiding the student to step into the pool of knowledge, tapping into a new found wisdom is the purpose of teaching. What I saw from the perspective of neither student nor teacher was a flower in bloom.

The student beginning to open up to the sunlight nourished by the water of knowledge that feeds you until full bloom; the light of learning grows you.

I am biased about reading and learning but I truly believe there is a sort of magic that happens in a classroom, a magic that roams the halls of education; an aura of transition lingers anywhere you learn.

Taking a step back from learning and viewing from a different perspective; I was able to observe the active process of learning and teaching.

Reflecting on the things I have seen; the teachers and professors I have experienced I have realized that the best instructors are those who can connect with their students; those who can ignite a spark over and over again without effort.  Those teachers who do not stand on their pedagogy and recite and retell their pretentious styles or flaunt their letters; but rather those who are not scared to have a real discussion with their students and tell them what is fucked up in their discipline, what is out there in the real world, those who take the time to listen to ideas and those who can engage the mind are those who have the biggest impact. It is those professors who give you the tools but do not tell you where or how to dig for knowledge but work with you in your excavation for personal truth are the ones who shape and guide the changes of tomorrow.

Educators come in all shapes and forms and professions, they are not restricted to a classroom. Sharing knowledge and wisdom in a way that alters a mind, even just one is what matters most. Not the theories or methods or the discipline itself but rather the learning.

Learning is the process that creates ideas and alters thought process which leads to growth.

I did not simply observe a classroom today, I learned.

Not A Movie Review

I went to see La La Land as it was playing at a theater close to home.

I was dazzled by this flashy musical. It was complete with cheesy quips and references to  The Golden Age of Hollywood.  Classic Hollywood infused with a modern day twist  (Let’s not forget the Prius’) . It portrayed a nostalgic feeling for a time gone by struggling to be relevant today.

I have always loved old movies. I grew up watching Turner Classic Movies because I recall being fascinated by these old movies. I was always a peculiar child (still a peculiar adult)  and my taste in music, television and film was always different. Some of my favorite titles include: Casablanca, Guys and Dolls (Who doesn’t love Marlon Brando?), Daddy Long Legs, Singing in the Rain, An American in Paris, The Greatest Show On Earth, Ever After, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Harry Potter movies, The Star Wars Saga (I think you get the point! I’m everywhere and nowhere all at once).

Sitting in the theater watching this love story of dreamers brought a smile to my face.

I found myself being reminded  of the child like wonder I used to feel watching these big gaudy colorful numbers. It reminded me of  how I felt the first time I saw James Dean in Rebel Without A Cause, and how I swooned over Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca he tells Ingrid Bergman filled with stoic passion”If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.” (Where are those men? Oh yea, in the movies). There was something so simple and sincere about old Hollywood movies.

This got me thinking that maybe my ideas of life are a mix of old meets new. I  struggle to find some relevancy in an unfeeling world full of distracted people who don’t always appreciate my quirks.

Not everyone enjoys old movies and forget a musical, but I do. Movies filled with flashy dancing, songs about love, awe inspired moments of bliss that take you off into the stars floating through the clouds and have you skipping through your day humming those stupid love songs out loud.

Sometimes I forget I’m a dreamer, other times I avoid my dreams. Then there are moments when I am reminded of them, and watching La La Land reminded me that being a dreamer and quirky are part of who I am.

I want to break out into song and dance in the middle of my day, but since I can’t sing  I’ll just listen to my music and hum along until someone tells me to shut up. I’ll just open my eyes a little wider and view the world around me, and then maybe I’ll visit the stars a little more than I used to and find a place in the clouds to hang out and watch the world spin on its head.