April...my early sonnets...leaning on the windowsill as the streets were mad rivers, Mum in bed just behind me--ya, I've long been the nightowl, though how many times I'd hang out with her when I did.



(sonnet #MMMMMMCCLXVIII)


Ah, silver gloaming whose soft light is thence
More yellow than wee baby leaves' detail
Of green chartreuse as rain now waltzes, pale
Yet with that subtler voice in tow, lawns hence
Thick carpets laid out 'gainst grey racks a sense
Of pink like fragile mists haunts to avail,
These naked boughs in lingerie black's scale
Just tinges, April clothed ere nightfall, whence?
O me!  The blacktop sports thin puddles fer
A touch of wet, and Friday's hallowed to
Some, good cuz dunno why, as we talk.  Were
It taxes or the missiles elsewhere, who
Shall--what?  I listen, laugh, want Andrew, poor
As saying is, and recall Mum:  all we knew.

14Apr17c

I used to stay up all night in deep study,
but now my studying is slimmer because I've found more answers.

Now:
After an hour or two or rest there is a fresh
ground to plant myself in.

After two or three hours of gardening
in the fertile field, the crop is planted, and
the morning's work is done.

I now need to rest again for new fertile ground,
but also for the night
plants to sprout to cover my tracks.

This is an open letter to anyone who feels the need to share their poetry with me
This is an open letter for anyone who wants to bury their face in an endless succession of books with me
This is an open letter to anyone who will listen to records with me at 2 A.M.
Someone who will buy me coffee with a bit of sugar, but more creamer
This is an open letter to anyone who wants to watch the cars go by with me
Someone who will warm up my heart with cups of soup and soft blankets
This is an open letter to anyone who has the audacity to love me for myself
Someone who will not shout and hold my wrists down when I cut my hair too short
This is an open letter to the adventures, the game changers.
I need truthfulness.
I need laughter.
I need someone to fill up the empty cracks in the delves of my palms.
I want silly candids in the city.
I crave long nights spent driving around, staring at flashing streetlights on an abandoned road.
I want postcards sent from everywhere you've ever stopped and missed the tone of my voice and my unsettling hands.
An open letter to those who collect seashells, like a ******* addiction.
To those who love thunderstorms as much as I do, and would much rather hide in the rain than bask in the sun.
Rain is for us, you know.
To those who will dazzle me with their immense vocabulary.
Those who will capture my attention like sharp swords catch the edge of fabric on your right shoulder.
Those who want to stay up until the sun peaks up from behind the tall mountains and wraps words around my skin in the early hours of dawn.
The ones who whisper sweet nothings on the phone with me until I drift off to sleep
An invitation to those who kiss with their eyes closed and imagine the days and nights passing between our lips.
To those who believe lightning is just God taking pictures of us, he wants to see how you're doing.
This is an open letter to those who live to write and write to live.
To those who thrive on the emotions behind paintings and live to see their fingers swell.
This is an invite to anyone who isn't afraid to become messy with me
To dance in our underwear while we paint fresh daisies on the apartment walls
To those who aren't afraid to eat Popsicles with me on the kitchen floor.
To those who help me find endings in places I need to place a period.
This is an open invite to anyone who is willing to light off fireworks with me on the courthouse lawn.
A careful boy with thick brown hair
And sea green eyes
Freckles and thick framed glasses
A boy who isn't afraid to get his hands *****
A nightowl
A poet
He carries a brief case around and calls me darling.
His favorite thing is big spoon
And his inspirations come from me
He's never lied to me once
He doesn't like sports, but sometimes he can go for a game of soccer
He always takes photos of me when I'm not looking and he collects them like the way he collects metaphors
He wants to be wanted as much as I do
And he looks for me too
I love you
I hope to meet you soon

Lay down, close your eyes, dont make a peep, count sheep until you fall asleep. But what if you don't? You toss and turn left and right and get up with the same thoughts you lay with. Wondering why do I think of the most random things, the most frightening things when all day they don't cross paths?

Could all the souls of the sleepless feel the burdens of one another?
Could the stirs we have in our beds be the thoughts of one who thinks as me? Thoughts that go in flight into the night and descend into the mind of one who can relate the most?

And when the lids get heavy and the tossing and turning ceases, could these nightowl's company be what makes us peaceful?

Death comes a child
suckled on the breast.
A nightowl's call...
a weighted chest.

Death comes a jester.
How he cavorts!
Kings and Queens will
share his court.

They jeer his antics!
They do... for now.
But in the end

THEY ALL SHALL BOW.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/28/2017

Here are some possible scripts for the phone ministry I wish to facilitate. They differ based on the tack we would take regarding incentives I wish to propose to draw people in to our grand opening. The proposal is as follows:

First I wish to say that I DON'T want to make this about ME. My talents & abilities. I just happen to have them and wish to use them for the betterment of the Kingdom. I would like to propose an incentive for new people to actually come in. Unchurched people who would NOT ordinarily do so. What better way than the universal language... MUSIC! I have produced a CD with 7 tracks on it. 5 more (including 3 Christmas songs) will be added in order to make a wonderful compilation of 12 songs. Everything from rap to ballads & Country Western. A rock song. All of the lyrics & most of the music was written by me. Most songs are performed by me as well. I have given you sample music. I can't give up the entire collection yet. All but ONE of those CDs are gone. I don't like to part with the last. But it is available to listen to if you wish. At any rate, I would like to offer a CD to each person I talk to over the phone. But they MUST attend our housewarming to receive it. I will have to get the final album up on YouTube so they can hear it. Perhaps you know of someone who can do this for me. That way folks can hear it and desire to receive it.

This will NOT be promoted over the lifepoint church! i want to make this very plain! You will see by my scripts that I "get" the pastor and his Vision. I share this vision and only wish to promote it! The CD is an incentive. Nothing more.

Why am I doing this? Because I love the Lord with all my mind, heart, SOUL & STRENGTH! I don't mind making personal sacrifices. And, as I've said, I have "caught" pastor Andy's Vision. I've been looking for a church family to work for. And i believe I finally found it! The CD would also be for sale. I'm only suggesting this, of course. I will produce the CD and pay all up-front costs myself.


SCRIPT ONE

Hello! What you are about to hear could change your life... FOREVER. YES. I'm calling from lifepoint church. Yep. Uh oh... a CHURCH!  Nope. Not asking for donations. I want to ask you to join us for our housewarming on (date) at (address).

Now I'm just going to tell you a bit about us. Our pastor is Andy Taylor. His intention is in loving people right where they are with God. And to encourage them to bring new people in to hear the message of the Gospel. People of all ethnicities, genders and backgrounds. We are not out to gather a lot of Christians in pews to get tithes & donations to make money. We are a group of authentic people who strive to be more like Jesus. If you'd like to learn more, go to www.azlifepoint.com.

I'd like to see you join us on (date)! And I'd like to give you an incentive to do so. I'm a Christian recording artist. I've written 178 songs for the Lord. 12 of these songs are compiled on a CD called POWER. It hasn't even been released yet. But I will PERSONALLY sign it and give it to you at our opening! You can hear it on YouTube at (YouTube channel info). It has everything from rap to ballads. Country Western to Christmas songs! I've got a Christian rock song on there, too. I hope you like it!

I want to send you a free Christmas poster for talking to me. May I have your address to send that?

THANK YOU! And God bless!


Script two will be like this one, but will leave out the CD incentive.


SCRIPT THREE

Hello! I'm calling from lifepoint church. We're a new, but growing, church in your area. A group of authentic people whose mission is to strive to be more like Jesus. Pastor Andy Taylor is a veteran of 16 years of ministry. He spent 10 of those years growing young Christians at the U of A. His interest isn't in filling pews to get tithes and donations to make money. He wants people who will disciple others. People of ALL races, backgrounds and genders. I can tell you personally... this is a WONDERFUL church! A church NOT made by hands... But HEARTS.

I'd like to see you here at (address) on (date) for our housewarming! We want to give you a free poster for Christmas. It's a poem written and illustrated by yours truly. Could I have your address so I can send this to you, along with an R.S.V.P. invitation? Thank you SO much!

THANKS AND GOD BLESS!


I hope one of these is OK. I'm open to suggestions, of course. My phone number is 520 406 8509. The best time to reach me is mornings or evenings after 7 pm to 10pm (I'm a nightowl! Lol!) Thanks!


Sincerely
Catherine Jarvis