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"A little grace."

Challenge #4: “A little grace.”

[Challenge #4…… use four different media in one composition….which tells a story….. include the journaled story or not as you wish……Any takers? (2 week challenge) ]

I used markers, paper, a canvas board and a glue stick. It was really hard sticking to just four media. To me it seems a little plain, but that suits the poem I guess… thanks for the challenge, Grace Solman !

Here’s the poem, which is part of the piece.

A little grace.

Iron bars
are not needed
to make
a prison.

Your mind
can build
the strongest
walls.

Before your eyes
a golden key
dangles.

Take it!

While you still can.
Grasp
liberation
with both hands.

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"Manifestation"

Manifestation

A dove descends
(like a dream made real)
to the puddle by the road.

Did you expect to find a miracle here?
Me neither.
Spirit transforms love
into a bird, feathers and all.

Maybe it means peace.
It probably means nothing.
One dove joined by another.

A pair.
Paradise.

photo by Pat Bean

photo by Pat Bean

(1st Poetic Muselings Summer Poetry Challenge)

"Crayola"

Thoughts while shopping online.

Crayola

I read reviews for Crayola washable
markers, just want to color, not all that
creative.

I find out kids these days
color themselves, their clothes, their friends,
the walls.

If we’d tried that, my generation,
we would have been smacked all the way
into next week.

But things change. Things change.

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(1st Poetic Muselings Summer Poetry Challenge)

Another poem: Cold Stone

Cold Stone

 

Dirt and stone beneath my feet,

clouds and mist above me,

in my ears, the sheep’s high bleat.

Dear, I know you love me.

 

As I wander down the road

I leave you behind me,783813785_2782529629_0

standing in the field I hoed.

Shafts of sunlight blind me.

 

My way is long and dark, alone.

I won’t be returning.

Will our child remember, grown,

a father’s love so burning?

 

Yet I must this journey make

else my soul be fettered.

Your love you gave and I did take,

but it left me tethered.

 

"Ancestor Worship"

Ancestor Worship

The ghosts crowd around,
like shadows at 4 o’clock,
fragile as butterfly wings,
persistent as memory.

These shades are invisible,
seen only by me
in the span of your brow,
in the tenor of your temper.

Ancestors won’t leave me alone.

They thunder through my family,
Vikings on a rampage,
pillaging as they go.

Should I sharpen my axe
and join their company?

(1st Poetic Muselings Summer Poetry Challenge)

"Defensive Driving Class"

Defensive Driving Class

But the post jumps out
at me.

Surprise!

Headlight knocked out.

No real excuse.

Except that at 80
you do whatever the fuck
you want.

She’s earned it.
Earned it in spades.

Bonus: a discount
on the car insurance.

(1st Poetic Muselings Summer Poetry Challenge)

Always Learning

Always Learning

In class today,
Jeff said the essence of Tai Chi
is in the moves we make
at the start

Warm up  spine,
hips, knees, ankles.
Engage finger tips
to explore the air

Bring moves
from core to skin
and back again
and again and again

Fill the space
between vertebrae
shoulder joints, tip of head
and soles of feet

Open, stretch, synchronize
nerves, mind, and heart.

Ah! Form gives meaning,
but embrace and savor foreplay!

Michele M. Graf

Another contribution to the Poetic Muselings Poetry Challenge!

Sew Much To Learn

I recently survived an intensive sewing /clothing construction workshop, which got all synapses bouncing frantically in my head. Here are the first poems in the Sewing Series:

Sew Much To Learn

Part 1

To reach the hidden,
and create the obvious,
I must feel what’s true

Part 2

I must learn to love
vanilla, forgo Cherry Garcia
for a while

feel the fullness of the lone
acoustical note
reverberate into echo of echo

go back to the first
line dance step
that took so long to learn

back to basics
unadorned, Shaker-quality,
where the answer is found

crawl, then toddle through
imbalance, see, hear, smell
what surrounds me

when I understand
the woven thread
I’ll be ready for the wider world

Strip away the complex first,
sew straight lines and curves,
inch (or centimeter) along

To sleeves and swirls

Michele M. Graf

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My first contributions to our Poetic Muselings Poetry Challenge. Anne — this counts as two poems, right?

1st Poetic Muselings Summer Poetry Challenge

The Poetic Muselings (Michele Graf, Margaret Fieland, Mary Jensen and Anne Westlund) are having a poetry contest to see which one of us can write and post the most poems between July 15th, 2014 and September 1st, 2014. The author who writes and posts the most new poems on the Poetic Muselings Group Blog will win a writing book of their choice from Amazon.com.

Rules:

1. To be counted, poems must be written between July 5-September 1, 2014. Older poems posted must be marked “Old Poem” or “Previously Written Poem.” Older poems will not be counted.

2. While new poems can be posted on the individual poet’s blogs, to be counted they must be posted on the Poetic Muselings blog.

3. The winner will be announced on Friday, September 5th, 2014.

There will be opportunities for reader participation. So watch this space!

Here’s my first poem for the challenge:

Long Division

I didn’t used to like math
until I crossed Peggy’s path
now I get excited
whenever I’m divided.

Summer

Because It's Tuesday . . .

Office desktop

Because It’s Tuesday . . .*

and almost time to read what I’ve supposed
to have been writing,
poet that I am . . .

 and

Because It’s Tuesday . . .
and no great insight bled from pen to parchment,
demanding ink
— nothing new to share —

 and

 Because It’s Tuesday . . .
and my doctor just said I must learn
to be selfish and fill the well
— or I’ll be the late Care-Giver of everyone else —

 and

 Because It’s Tuesday . . .
and the emptiness isn’t paying
the dividends it did for so many years
— that account is now bankrupt —

 and

Because It’s Tuesday . . .
and I must nourish my body as well
as my soul’s soul, I went radical
—  cleaned house and started a shopping list —

 … instead of writing the poem I need to share —

Because It’s Tuesday . . .

* Yes, I know it is (late) Wednesday on the West Coast, not Tuesday, but . . . that’s how it really happened . . . before . . . and I just got back from a cross-country trip . . . and . . . and . . . and . . .

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