READ--LOOK--WRITE! 13

READ
One Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master; 

so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster. 

Elizabeth Bishop

LOOK

Do you feel down in the dumps, or perhaps spy that creepy self-loathing coming on?  Just watch this.  I swear, it clears the cobwebs.




WRITE!

Lonely comes the night.
My skin is dry.
I have not spied rain
since a long time ago.

This room is heavy;
dark and shuddered.
I wish it would rain
so I could grow.

I was born to
pound the sky,
and steam up the earth,
But no matter.  I will find water here.