Dudes with Pens

April 11, 2006

Wind in the Chimney
FOUND POEM: Truman Capote 1924-1984 (from a Christmas Memory by Truman
Capote)

In the kitchen hulling a heaping buggy load of windfall pecans.
The kitchen is growing dark.
Dusk turns the window into a mirror
Our reflections mingle with the rising moon as we
work by the fireside in the firelight.

The black stove, stoked with coal and firewood,
glows like a lighted pumpkin.
Eggbeaters whirl, spoons spin round in bowls of butter and sugar.
Vanilla sweetens the air ginger spices it.
Melting, nose-tingling odors saturate the kitchen.
Suffuse the house, drift out to the world on puffs of the chimney smoke.
I feel warm and sparky as those crumbling logs.
Carefree as the wind in the chimney.

-Joyce Lin

THE JOURNEY

In this whole world,
where all people try their best
to reach for the top.
where all people are so competitive
to achieve the same goals.

Look for a centain thing,
which you really want.
The thing that will make you unique.
The thing that others never dreamed of
The thing that will change this whole world.

Don't follow others,
"Just Be Yourself"

-Jieun Kim

posted by dudeswithpens @ 5:10 p.m.