Will she get angry
once she learns fresh rainwater
is native tea base?
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Ill I’ll Sit, Doing Nothing: Free Verse Lament
Ill I’ll sit,
doing nothing.
A beautiful sunny,
mid-winter’s day
beckons,
but I,
sinuses backed up,
mouth agape,
feel no urge
to venture out.
Snot pushing up
into my brain
seems to plug
every
and any
thoughts I might have.
Hazy-headed,
I attempt to breathe,
but instead
mearly gasp.
There should be more
to write about,
to think about,
to do,
but this giant screen
covers and prevents
any outlet
of creativity.
My coughing
hurts my back,
makes me want to crawl
back into bed,
snuggle under
warm covers,
where I can’t breate,
and will only think
of how I should be doing something,
anything.
But what?
Orange Hat Bobbing Field Walk: Haiku
I watch her orange/
hat bobbing o’er wildflowers:
mid-winter field walk.
The Undiscovered Person, Revealed: Haiku
I’m now, at last, the
undiscovered person who’s
uncovered, revealed.
Youth Sunday School Teacher Apology Letter
Backstory: My wife and I teach Sunday School to 12-17 year-old youth at the Chattanooga Valley Ward of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Flintstone, Georgia, twice a month. This year, our study is on the Book of Mormon.
The first class was to be a discussion of what the Book of Mormon is, how it was written originally, how it came to be in our time, how it was translated, and how it is a second witness, along with the Bible, to the divinity of Jesus Christ. Normally, we engage students in give-and-take discussions, where we learn as much (or more) than they do. However, there was so much history to get through, and such limited time, that I basically took control of the discussion and “firehose taught” the lesson.
Afterwards, my wife told me that she’d never seen me “teach” that way before, and she didn’t like it. One of the students said “Well, he’s showing that he knows more than we do,” and another said that I was, sometimes, rude. In response, I wrote this email of apology to the parents of the students, as well as to the leaders of the congregation. Lesson learned (I hope) —
David Kuhns”
I’m Responsible Memory
A half a century ago
my character yelled:
“I’m responsible!”
on stage.
I’m not certain that,
back then,
I knew what the phrase meant:
“I’m responsible!”
Now, decades past,
I understand that,
at my core,
I’m responsible.
It’s silly to blame
anyone else
for anything bad
in my life,
because it’s all good,
as long as
I think it is
and want it to be.
I’m responsilbe
for that.
Sunday School Teacher Apology: IMprov Haiku
Trying to share my
love for Christ with youth, I smashed
some great Commandments.
Get Going Land Management: Haiku
The Pain I Feel By The Pain I Caused: Free Verse Poetic Lament
As a people-pleaser
who never wanted to
hurt anyone,
it stuns
and pains
and saddens me
to know how badly
I’ve injured
and pained
and scared
those I cared about
the most.