Carolina In My Mind

In my mind I’m goin’ to Carolina

Can’t you see the sunshine

Can’t you just feel the moonshine

Ain’t it just like a friend of mine

To hit me from behind

Yes I’m goin’ to Carolina in my mind
 

Karen she’s a silver sun

You best walk her way and watch it shinin’

Watch her watch the mornin’ come

A silver tear appearing now I’m cryin’

Ain’t I goin’ to Carolina in my mind
 

There ain’t no doubt it no ones mind

That loves the finest thing around

Whisper something soft and kind

And hey babe the sky’s on fire, I’m Dyin’

Ain’t I goin’ to Carolina in my mind
 

In my mind I’m goin’ to Carolina

Can’t you see the sunshine

Can’t you just feel the moonshine

Ain’t it just like a friend of mine

To hit me from behind

Yes I’m goin’ to Carolina in my mind
 

Dark and silent late last night

I think I might have heard the highway calling

Geese in flight and dogs that bite

Signs that might be omens say I’m going, going

I’m goin’ to Carolina in my mind
 

With a holy host of others standing ’round me

Still I’m on the dark side of the moon

And it seems like it goes on like this forever

You must forgive me

If I’m up and gone to Carolina in my mind
 

In my mind I’m goin’ to Carolina

Can’t you see the sunshine

Can’t you just feel the moonshine

Ain’t it just like a friend of mine

To hit me from behind

Yes I’m goin’ to Carolina in my mind

 

James Taylor

 

WRITING PROMPTS:

1. If you remember this song from the radio, write a bit about where you were and what you were doing/thinking/feeling at that time.

2. What place is in your mind today? It might be a town, or a season, or even a singular event. Write about that.

3. To what fantasy place would you like to escape to today?

4. Dwight Eisenhower is reported to have said, “Things aren’t what they used to be, and they never were.” Write about that!

 

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So Much Happiness

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.

With sadness there is something to rub against, 
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn’t need you to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records…..

Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known.

Naomi Shihab Nye
from Words Under the WordsThe Eighth Mountain Press

WRITING PROMPTS:

1. Look around you. What do you see that “has a life of its own?” It might be a book, a chair, a coffee mug, a brick. . . . Write about what that life might be. Consider the history of what you are seeing, how it came to be, how it is “living” in the present, and what its future might hold.

2. Let happiness flow out of you toward everything in your immediate environment. How does your happiness and light alter what or how you see?

 

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I Like My Own Poems

i like my own poems
best,
i quote from them
from time to time
saying, “a poet once said,”
and then follow up
with a line or two
from one of my own poems
appropriate
to the event.
how those lines sing!
all that wisdom and beauty!
why it tickles my ass
off its spine.
“why those lines
are mine!” i say
and jesus! what a bang
i get out of it.

i like the ideas in them,
my poems;
ideas that hit home.
they speak to me.
i mean, i
understand what the hell
the damn poet’s
talking about.
“why i’ve been there.
the same thing!” i shout,
and christ! what a shot it is,
a shot.
and hey,
the words! whew!
i can hardly stand it.
words sure do not fail
this guy, i say.
from some world
only he knows
he bangs the bong
but i can feel it
in the wood,
in the wood of the word,
rising to its form
in the world.
“now you gotta be good
to do that!” i say
and damn, it just shakes
my heart,
you know?

Jack Grapes, from Breaking on Camera

 

WRITING PROMPTS:

1. Write a poem called “I Like My Own Poems.” Sing the praises of your poems (even if you have never written any!) Praise “the poet,” i.e. yourself! Write about what a terrific poet you are and tell the world all about it.

2. Find a poem this week that you wish you had written, and steal the idea. Go ahead, I won’t tell. Give yourself the assignment to write the best poem you can using the idea, even some of the words or images, of the poet from whom you are stealing.

3. Write a poem about how YOUR team won a big final game. Tell of your excitement and pride in the home players. You can write about polo, or handball, or women’s hockey — give it a try. Celebrate your team’s big victory in a poem.

 

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