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Venetian Blind

light
through the slats
as the day
closed in

breath
through clenched
teeth lingered
with skin

morning
mother smiling
lunch packing
fool

and I
none the wiser
on my way
off to school

Empty Glass by the Open Window

If you were lucky
your eyelids were thick
heavy with yesterday
when the light of morning
tried weakly
to poke you
but mine were thinly
veiled gossamer
just wispy covers
disguised by lashes
when a tender breeze
stirred up trouble
as the light of morning
angrily flooded in
pouring over me
like yesterday’s guilt
and turning my back

only widened the shadow

4/16/2015 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Through a Medium of Varying Densities

Through a Medium of Varying Densities

I earned a Ph.D.
in kaleidopathy
to study intently
the phenomenon
of how light
with points along
a wave front
curve
as the focusing
of your eyes
like light
through a prism
deflects
me from my path
and the apparent
changing positions
of your celestial body
is enough
to make me bend

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.

6/03/2012 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Dandelions

Dandelions

Summer offers
her warming light
so playful children
can butter their chins.

Finally going to seed
it takes only a puff of air
to tear them limb from limb
and send them flying.

Each little fluff

flies to a tender place
that welcomes it
and lets it grow.

And dandelions, too,
want nothing more
than the wind to lift them
and carry them home.

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.

10/23/09 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Like Nobody’s Business – I Have Used Up My Allotment of Pixie Dust

Like Nobody’s Business

She could blame the caffeine
or the thousand and one
details and unmade decisions
that follow her
home from work
waking her up
at 3:07 to throw off
covers and expectations
of a good night’s sleep,
but she doesn’t.

She just stumbles
to the bathroom,
closing her eyes again
to the glare of the light,
only a sliver
squeezing through
while cupping her hands
trying to sip enough
to swallow an aspirin.

She lay back down,
dreams beginning
to slide again
into distorted cubicles
and his accusation
that work
is
her life.

When the alarm finally rings,
its sharpness
reawakens that throbbing headache,
and she finds only a dribble
of relief
rolling onto the coolness
of his side of the sheet.

She could blame him
for her pain
and her thirst,

but she doesn’t,

faulting only her skillful fingers,

unable to catch water

or men.

I Have Used Up My Allotment of Pixie Dust

Talking frogs
and levitating children
danced with mushrooms
in my imagination.

Fanciful sojourns
to mystical places
could hold me
spell bound
for hours at a time.

Then I grew
too busy for books,
my hands caught up
in other tasks.

Untethered,
I have flown
into the place
where exertion
and exhaustion
collide.

If a floating lady
with a sparkling wand
wants to make me
sleep for a thousand years,

then let her.

8/20/09 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections

Firefly

Her laughter followed her
as she ran at dusk
trapping a winged nocturnal beetle,
an excited firefly.

It glowed during its courtship
producing an intermittent light
from luminescent chemicals
in its abdominal organs.

Catch her smile today
in a clear glass jar,
and its radiance outshines
fireflies chased when she was small.

Her stomach flutters.
A light reflects on her hand
emitting a woman’s smile,
ready to fly into the arms of her love,
her new fiancé,
the man who finally trapped her.

6/26/09 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections

Tribute to the Gods

Egyptian cat god Bastet,
daughter of the sun god Re,
always wore her regal earrings
as she quietly guarded the Nile.

Her spirit has reincarnated
and she entices my worshipping cat
who is staring out once again
with her yellow eyes slanting
through our patio door.

With her hypnotic offering
of glowing golden rays
my cat is lured to watch
Bastet dancing in the shadows
where light and darkness twirl.

Has the Lady of the East
also enticed the spirit of Monet
to come to our back yard?
For a masterpiece is painted there
with dappled colored light,
and only Gods are worthy of the art
that my cat and I admire.