Bio: Carol Welter is a lifelong learning student in the field of live theatre,
storytelling and spoken word. Her classical theatre training allows
her to teach without abandoning various schools of interpretation, which
include vocal development and stage posturing. Her curriculum
includes, The Alexander Technique, Shakespeare and Creek Theatre.
Her formal trainings were with the Shakespeare Conservatory, Watford
School of Drama, Little Theatre Master Class with Louise Bennett, and she is
currently in a Theatre Program at Clayton State University to keep
her skills fresh. Currently Carl hosts a monthly weekend event which
showcases singers, dancers, and performers. Twice yearly, she
is responsible for directing an original stage play, and she holds a
seat on the performance arts committee with PACT of UUCA in Atlanta GA.
Void
Waiting like an
empty clay pot
Under the Oak tree.
Yearning to be
heard and understood.
Time moves slowly
In our cloud forest.
Blankets and nourishes.
Walking through
space, unseeing the Black Hole.
Falling through the
corridors of living.
Textures of life
have come and gone
And move on and on…
I Know You
I know you.
I know what goes on
inside of you.
I understand the
pain you feel.
Your need for
acceptance.
The tales of
grandeur, all to mask the fear inside.
I know you.
I know about your
lost loves.
The loves
unrequited.
Why you go
overboard and stretch yourself
Doing for us all…
I know you, Oh how
I know you
The facades you doff
from head to toe not even feeling it!
Wanting others to
see your togetherness.
So many of us are
you, we the do-gooders in the community
Work hard to bring
about change, beauty, fairness and equality.
We exhaust
ourselves doing
Creating ourselves
heroes.
I know you.
I know us.
I know me.
No, No! now don’t
speak, don’t attempt to explain!
It’s a cover for
the pain, the need for gain that runs deep in our veins.
Oh how I know you…
Solo on Sill
Consider sitting on
the window sill during the heat of the noon day sun.
Red from head to
toe
Yet your signature
white tip, always rolled over.
Your front a deeper
hue burnt to a crisp, almost wine.
Relationships begin
in an amiable way, ice clinking, a drink of gentle sips, pleasant
conversations…
Glancing through
the window from time to time toward the beautiful people in the circular tower…
People laughing,
Cheering each other
on,
Solving the world’s
problems.
From the corner of
your eye, are shadows of lovers on the sofa
Pondering where their
lives will go.
You experience the
glow of the orange sunset.
Fantasize the
journey of others.
You watch the chef
tossing a sumptuous something in a white bowl.
On this window sill
alone, empty, dried up, hot and forgotten.
Wow-- I love how you use containers in these poems. Especially the contrast in the last poem.
ReplyDeleteNice to read your works, Carol! We'll get together soon:-)
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