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The Thinking Poet - Drum Corps 

Drum Corps

A far away drum corps,
Muted by wind,
Uniformed in gray,
Beats in random cadence
All around me,
Speckling window panes
With moving prisms
That catch night lights
And spin them dancing 
To heavenly rhythms.

1. How often do you stop to observe what is going on around you? What happens inside you when you do?
2. Close your eyes for a quiet minute or two, and listen to the sounds around you. What do you hear? Do the sounds make you think or feel anything?
3. How long can you listen before other thoughts start to intrude? Try to extend that time by listening more intently.

The Thinking Poet - In The Drizzle 

In The Drizzle

Out into the misty night I will go
Because you asked,
Because you didn't want
To wet your hair in the drizzle,
Though you weren't planning to be seen
By anyone but me,
And I know you were not 
Saving your hair for me
Like a young lover might.
You simply didn't want to be wet,
And I, like an old lover,
Don't care about getting wet
Or whether you were thinking
Of me or your hair
Or anything at all
But that the mail not be left
In the mailbox all night.

1. What sacrifices does love make for the beloved? Are they imbued with deep feeling, or are they just mundane actions?
2. When was the last time you did some small act of love for someone? What was their response? Did their response matter to you?
3. Who does little acts of love for you? How did you respond the last time they did that?
4. Does thinking about this make you want to do anything different?