Yesterday's L.A. times featured a story on Silver Lake resident Peleg Top who put a real estate flier dispenser out in front of his home and filled it with 30 copies of a poem he had written. Before long, his neighbors, out for a morning's stroll, were stopping by and taking a copy. Then he'd put out another one, sometimes one of his own, other times some other poet's work. Now about 100 copies of poems get taken every week. Here's the first poem Peleg Top put out for the taking. So, be a Peleg Top yourself: go buy a book of poetry, read it, maybe copy out a poem in an email to share with your friends. Or better yet, send them a book of poetry for Christmas or their birthday.
Bless This Journey
I look ahead and see no destination
I look behind and see thousands of questions
I look down and hear my heart
melting
I look forward and take a deep
breath
The next step could be the one
that drowns me
that drops me into my abyss
The next step could be the one
that leads me into my unknown
my bliss
my glee
my truth
Doubt
concern
confusion
are no longer in charge
I bless this journey
with moments of delights
where time disappears
and truth emerges
I bless this journey
with new insights
that steer me
to the place
where I regain
my power, my spirit, my joy.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
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Thank you! How cool is this method of putting yourself out into the world, how lovely is the poem!
Bless Peleg Top
He saw ahead and manifested his intention.
already a hundred life’s affected, nourished and affirmed
walking-by strangers drawn into a melting pot
He took a plunge that others could but hadn’t
The next step up the curb could be the one that drowns me
that makes me face my repressed depression and look over the precipice of my abyss
The next poem I read could be the one
The next poem I read may be my own
my calm
my ecstasy
my new self knowledge
my past doubts, concerns and confusions
no longer plague me.
I bless this community poem box
with moments of delights
where ownership disappears
and truth emerges
I bless this new neighborhood
Where new minds enquire, to soon share
with poems and writings
and support each other
a thousand journeys
but you are not alone.
nobody cares
You are not everybody; why do you attempt to speak for them?
Ah, poor Anonymous. He lacks a poet's soul. Plus he's obviously grumpy. Got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and will waste a whole day of his extremely limited days being actively negative. Too bad.
lmfao this is a stupid blog
Then why are you posting on it?
hahahahaha
cause its fun gawking at people with no lives who blog all day
Is that the same fruitcake Perlman who used to live in LO? Sad.
Anon sez:"cause its fun gawking at people with no lives who blog all day"
You mean like you just did with your pointless comments?
wow. no wonder why los osos is fukked. because of ppl like u.
hmmm, can't spell either.
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