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4/1/2015 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Dreamweaver

Poetic Asides – Day 1 – Resistance Poem 2

Dreamweaver

Sleep begins
to seduce me
with the quiet promise
that I might hide
within the darkened warps
between the stars.

But self-induced
insomnia
is as necessary
as the tense shuttle
of my arm
blocking the murky
shadows
of my fears.

For there is no rest
in flying,
in running
within the twisted,
warping mazes
where distorted images
are thrown across
my dreams.

I tangle every
sheet and doubt
till only morning
covers me,
and what I thought
I knew
unravels
in the light.

4/30/2012 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – The Day Ends

The Day Ends

Shadows greyed
the peonies
as they hung their
heavy heads
after a day
of showing off
their crimson petticoats
with the passerby’s glances
forgetting to inhale
their shot of intoxication
that was free for the picking.

Now night must do her magic
giving them renewed courage
to raise their heads
in dignity
tomorrow
and tomorrow
before the summer ends
with chastising heat
and dries them all
to seed.

11/13/2010 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Camping Out

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Camping Out

Only if you

have pulled your hood
closer to warm
your cheeks,

have seen the sparks
lifting crackly red
against the sooty sky,

could you know
the brightness
of this tender moment,

rising hope for the possibility
of our tomorrow
deep within the shadows

of this chilling night.

6/23/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Shadows Grew Light

Mushroom


Shadows Grew Light

The tree lost
a seed falling
landing upon the dew soft grass.

The earth allowed a space
to snuggle
till thin roots dug darkly deep.

I had to wet-knee crawl
as if my tears
knew the source of my pain.

Every dent in the moss
allowed me
to wallow.

Till the mushroom
shouted
hope.

4/01/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Purr in an Empty House

April

Today begins the PAD (poem a day) challenge at Poetic Asides.  Although my health is a day-to-day battle, I am attempting to compete again.  Armed with an arsenal of medications, I am back in the trenches.  I will be posting my poems here and at Poetic Asides.  Please leave comments that would help me choose my TOP 5 for the month, as that is all I can finally submit at the end of the month.  I appreciate all the support my friends, poet community, and family have given me to keep me going. THANKS!

PROMPT 1: Write a lonely poem.

Purr in an Empty House

Cat’s purr
enticing me
fighting to stay awake.

Chair knowing me
my weight pressing
our lonely embrace.

Clock mocking me
chiming in
filling my nothing day.

Cat seeking warmth again
playing with my furniture
with Shadows hiding the Sun.

Could I be losing
more than a game
as Pain becomes my friend?

1/30/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – When Shadows Don’t Match

Shadows

When Shadows Don’t Match

My shadows
are supposed to stay
where they are put.

That is the law
of windows at night
and lawns when the sun
is tired.

Reflecting,
I must leave the darkness.

I will rip my feet
from the black socks
that connect me
to that distorted lie
in the carnival mirror.

I am not that girl.

I will put my socks in the washer
tumbling until
one is lost forever
and I emerge
clean.

1/23/10 Guest Poet: Melanie Bishop

blueskies

Guest Poet: Melanie Bishop

Poet, living and writing in NYC, sharing her work on her blog: Cassiopeia Rises

Behind Your Eyes

look, look deep into your eyes
behind the color blue
______rimed with darkness
a nebula world, one few know
few care, few will ever see

in twilight, your eyes open
letting in the nights shadows
_______shadows that fill you
shadows that complete you
weaving webs of deceit and fear

beware the dimly lit paths
aglow around you, drawing, pulling
_______like spirit lights on the moors
we will suck you dry and snatch your soul
no second chance, no escape

Extreme

extreme sadness
____heart empties
into river of tears
hardens
as your face fades
nothing, nothing left,nothing
no you ,no us
_____alone with
just shadows of where you once were

Deja Vu…..

old creaking joints
skin drawn tight
across skinny bones

lips once soft, smooth
pulled slightly apart
reveal yellowed teeth

hideous form caught in time
indurated, it blinks while dreaming
of tea party’s and lacy pink dresses

feeble, mind dull, it stops and grins again
my face, it’s face slid from it’s once firm place
a face that shadows me

useless, feeble, slow when once I know
yes, once I know I ran deer footed
and laughed, laughed out loud

when once I wore those lacy pink dresses
and danced the night away
trailing soft summer flowers

Fleeting

fleeting are our days
count count the hours as they pass
petals drop fore lorn

Bag Lady

Bags tied to an old cart
Again and again she stops
Garbage her only friend
Lonely and homeless
Agatha walks on unknown
Day after day seeking cover from the cold
Yielding in the end to the ice and snow

Did I Forget

did I remember to forget your kiss
drinking while softly singing your song
did I run out in the rain, too late
where now nothing but silent shadows remain
will you fade from my heart full of pain

Contact Melanie at:

http://cassiopeiarises,blogspot.com
beloved49@gmail.com