Being an avid songwriter, I decided to see if I could teach a class on it here in San Diego. I had been asked to recite some of my work coming up in February so I began looking through some of my work in my laptop. I found a few pieces I had done after a trip to Guatemala and on our Northern California trip and thought I would share some with you. If you have ever wanted to write poetry, take a small subject and enhance the experience. This first one was inspired by a photo I had taken of a fountain.
Lady in the Fountain by: Penni Rubin Copyright C 2011
As I walk around a downtown park in Antigua,
I see pigeons fluttering about
Sitting on benches and the limbs of trees,
Annoying people, but entertaining
The kids as they chase them to make them flee.
I spy the fountain in the center of the town square,
Of a beautiful, stone-carved woman spilling water from her breasts.
I guess in Guatemala they didn’t believe in censorship
The way Americans do, when they created the square
For families to gather and gossip and pray.
A novel idea, water spilling from her bosom.
Water, like mother’s milk for a planet
Spewing in a far off place where no one seems to mind
Or see the metaphorical value of this piece of sculpture.
Where would we be without this liquid?
Falling from the clouds or filling a lake
From the ocean to the sky
And over the mountain tops
To reach the other side to create creeks and rivers.
From the upper atmosphere,
As it gets colder, it snows upon the mountain tops
And replenishes the streams that become the rivers
And then forms the Lakes
Where families gather to gossip and play.
And here is one about our trip to Pebble Beach when we were coming back from San Francisco. We had no intension of going on the extra road but I tempted them by telling my family it was quite beautiful and you could see wild seals and pelicans.
Pebble Beach by: Penni Rubin Copyright C 2011
What a December afternoon.
We drove the seven mile drive to Pebble Beach
Just for the heck of it.
Paid the money and wound around the road,
Following the map, stopping here and there.
The little one wanted to climb the cliff,
We elders got out to check out the vistas to
View the beauty of nature in blues and rusty browns.
We did it even though it cost us to drive this roadway
What an experience, an unexpected treasure of pleasure.
Which leads to the famous golf course and fabulous mansions.
Which of course overlook the magnificent Pacific Ocean.
Over and over, we hear the crashing of the waves,
Pounding the rocks, creating swirls of foam,
Swishing great white sprays of water over jagged rocks.
We stopped and decided to have a picnic right there,
Instead of going on our way to Carmel for lunch.
We pulled out the cooler and leisurely
downed the packed goodies from our van.
Our little one climbed and ran and chased the birds.
We lazily watched and gazed and were amazed
At the energy surrounding us.
The pelicans and sea lions were all around
Playing amongst the kelp and sitting upon the rocks
As we admired being out in nature
On a December afternoon,
without our coats on!