Patricia’s WEB WEDNESDAY INTERVIEW 10/26/2011
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Patricia’s WEB WEDNESDAY INTERVIEW 10/26/2011
© All postings and intellectual materials on this page are property of Patricia A. Hawkenson.
BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS – WEEK # 17
By Poetic Bloomings
Change can come in many variances, Sometimes good. Sometimes hard to swallow. But every change (even just for the sake of change) offers a perspective we may not have noticed. Our poems this week spoke of change and our accepting/denial of same. In this game of life, the world changes. The question remains, can we keep pace. The Beautiful Blooms for this week:
Marie’s Pick:
My pick this week is Patricia A. Hawkenson’s “Stay Within the Lines.” She begins with a title that clearly has more than one meaning, but we don’t see that until we read through to the end. Her line breaks are used effectively, and add to the enjoyment of the poem, IMHO. Nature “growing” from the spilled crayons made me smile … quite a creative way to think of it. But the end? Oh the end … it made my heart sink.
Outstanding, Patricia. (Nothing new for you.)
Stay Within the Lines
By Patricia A. Hawkenson
The box spilled
its contents rolled
and grass and flowers grew
then trees with swings
and birds flew
beyond the buildings
to the clouds
till Mama said,
“You can use a different crayon.”
But I colored everything
a happy orange
until I knew
what black and blue meant
and put my colors
down.
Walt’s Bloom:
When I found this photo for the prompt, I had a lot of emotions flood my thinking. The warmth of the coloring, the mystery of the hazy background. There is a sadness there; and I can see a lover’s rendezvous. Many things happening here. But it wasn’t until I read this poem that I saw the exasperation in this simple scene. My bloom put that new emotion into my head and it is because of this new perspective that I had chosen to single it out. My pick is by Patricia A. Hawkenson, in her “DEEP IN THE HOUSE”.
DEEP IN THE HOUSE by Patricia A. Hawkenson
My curtains are drawn shut.
I have condemned myself
to endless puttering
dusting my brick-a-brac,
the miscellaneous objects,
furniture and curios
I raked up over the years.
Till coffee brews
to dispel my fog
allowing me to finally see
where what I value
has been shit upon.
So I scrub it all
within an inch of its life
for it is all I have
and if God is willing,
it will shine again.
But God help me
for my arms are tired.
WALT’S SHADOW:
The piece feted below brings a new light to what we keep hidden. It touches us deeply and allows us to see a bit of us in the plight of others. This view of the shadow inherent in the aging process could serve as a reminder and lesson from which we glean wisdom. Patricia A. Hawkenson brought he light to bear on this photograph.
FOR CATHERINE by Patricia A. Hawkenson
She wishes she had enough power
to send healing energy
to the whole world
and make everyone
healthy and happy.
But she can’t even manage it
for herself.
She sees the sunlight
trying from the infinity
of space and time
trying to reach her flowers
as her sheltering eaves
block the bulbs
in darkness.
How the sun must cry
with her in frustration
as it lowers their heads
but only manage
to make the shadows longer
and they finally give in
to the darkness of the night.
Yet the morning sneaks in
with a whispered smile
and a sliver of white teeth
between lush lips
and kisses her flowers
until the eaves envy
grabs them back again
and again
and again.
Then she bends
to inhale the fragrant
remains of their struggle
and carry a single blossom
inside to remind her
of the potential that grows
in those tiny moments
when she allows herself
to push back her shadows
and step into her light.
MARIE ELENA’S CHOICE
Walt’s “Enough is Enough” prompt brought out such diversity! Humor, rants, memories, fears – poems just shy of 700 words, and as few as eight – all speaking volumes. This week, I offer my Beautiful Bloom to Patricia Hawkenson for “Past the Date.” Her smart choice of metaphor, well … smarts. Well done, Patricia!
Past the Date (by Patricia Hawkenson)
You can toss it out
without any guilt
glugging it down the drain
with your head turned
to avoid any possible
stench
and there is no offense,
for milk proudly tells you
when it has had enough.
I have seen your head
turn from me
and I can smell your
disappointment
gritty
and clumped
with bitterness
while empty white jugs
pile like snow on our back porch.