Archive | April 2013

4/12/2013 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Only Adolescent Friendships Die

Only Adolescent Friendships Die

It was the lifting
of his shoulder,
only the flipping of his hair,
the sigh.

He turned away.

The weight of it
pressed her stomach
till she felt scarred
and blackened
like the imprint
of a Hiroshima victim.

Only the dust of her
left to cry.

4/3/2013 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Curling

Curling

If I were clairvoyant
I wouldn’t have to peek
and my pancakes
would all be perfectly browned
without one edge curling
bent out shape
with my indecision.

But it isn’t my fault
for it is God
who messed with my head
tossing and turning
my hair as I slept
checking to see
if I was perfectly
done.

4/1/2013 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – I Put My Stamp on Upside-Down

I Put My Stamp on Upside-Down

 

I told her
seeing tomorrow
IS the goal
but then I knew
my comment
trite
and foolish
like a resounding escalator
whirling without a single
willing rider like us
so bravely taking our next step
bogging spatted feet
until we reach the top
only to find our faded postcards
will not be delivered
on this or any upcoming
Saturday
‘cause God forbid
we lose a dime
as it slips between
the steps of time
and we are stranded
when the power
stops.

4/1/2013 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Swaying

Swaying

Don’t try to change
my mind
like God changes
the wind
when he finds himself
lying on his stomach
on a lazy summer day
longing for clouds to billow
and twist like earthly balloons
into cotton-candy animals
and dream of far-away days
when all he had to worry about
was forming mud-pies
into imaginary children
who could be his friends
instead of today’s looming
clouds of destruction
that threaten to blow it all
away.