Thursday, September 27, 2007
Some of you might know Dr. Fuller. She was my English and Creative Writing professor at Catawba College. She was a great inspiration to me, in my writing, as well as in my life. This poem is about her. After I saw her play the fool in "King Lear", I wrote it, and I have recently rewritten it. A new friend of mine, Kat, gave me some helpful suggestions. I'm happy with it.
What do you think?
The Clown, The fool, it's true
you shouldn't have been old
until you were wise.
A Clown? A Fool?
It isn't true.
It's true that she imparts wisdom,
and truth, and life, and love
The woman who symbolizes what makes
Menna, Elvyn, and Nigel so great,
couldn't help but see the light.
The woman who removes the podium,
to be seen while she reads,
hands shaking, voice steady.
The woman who sits Indian style on the floor,
and cries after the memory of Ginsberg,
and the loss of a Jewish mother.
The woman who keeps poetry
to remind her all will be okay, and
to share this peace with others.
The woman who always supports us
on the other side of the street, and
hugs us, and tells us we're great!
A clown? A fool?
Not at all.