On Wednesday, during our exploration of Wallace Stevens’ work through his “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”, I instructed you to be mindful of this piece of poetics. Stevens observed his subject from many different angles, yet staying true to his subject, blackbirds.
I ask that you choose a subject, be it something in your travels or something in your realm of influence, and write your observations in as many parts as you see fit. The point of view is all yours. There is more than one way to skin a cat, so they say. There are many views of your chosen subject. Write them!
GOLDEN DOOR 1. Statue of Liberty Mother of Exiles: the unofficial greeter who lights the entry. 2. E pluribus unum (from many, one) Though it may sing, the human voice can’t, on its own, create harmony. 3. Breathe Free Asphyxiated, come! Inhale liberty, and exhale oppression. 4. Golden Door Inexpensively opening up a child’s world: Little Golden Books. 5. Rings True You opened my heart and sealed life-long allegiance with just a gold band. 6. Treasure Box To the hungry child, the dream door to open is a fridge full of food. © Marie Elena Good, 2021
WALT’S WIDE VIEW:
THE CHRISTMAS STAR I It shines in the night To the children’s delight, Clear and bright It makes the world seem alright! II They came from afar At the behest of this star. Leading them to the place Where the Child born of grace lays. Above Him it stays. III Twinkle, twinkle Christmas star High in the sky is where you are. IV In the silence of night The shepherds take comfort By your fervent glow. Angels call and the keepers know That they need not be afraid. V Multitude of stars shine But their combined light Is not as bright as the one star, A constellation of itself. VI Christmas comes Not in foil wrapped boxes, Not with ribbons and bows. God knows where the Son rises And there are no surprises to find. For where the star glows Can salvation be far behind? VII Polish tradition states That the meatless meal on your plate is not consumed before the star’s first light is seen. A familial scene of togetherness. The adults prepare their Christmas eve fare, While the children keep watch in the skies. Soon the starlight will come. Star light, star bright, first star we see tonight! VIII My eyes don’t deceive, For every time I leave for my flight On that special night, the Star of Christmas shows its bright light. Christmas has come once again, and I and my reindeer friends embark into the dark night with only that star to lead. Everywhere the starlight touches Does as much to announce the day. And I in my sleigh bow my head at that blessed sight, I am Santa Claus, and all is right. It is Christmas! © Walter J Wojtanik - 2021