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Finding Solace

Roses were the first
to arrive
and they held
their blush
high and hopeful
until the nurse
pushed them aside
finding room
for daisies, daffodils,
and lupines
till the darkest corners
filled with scents
and sniffles
intermingled
in prayer
yet she drifted
too far away
to smell
or hear
and later
when the room darkened
and our shuffling feet
found what path
they could
we took only
the flowers
with us.

4/21/2015 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Hopscotch

Hopscotch

I’m not my makeup
yet I draw
like child’s play
a path to find me
under my blood lip twists
and black brow turns
till the sidewalk of me
heaves
and the earth below
rises
as my dark desire
finds its joy
and double dares
the clouds to come.

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

6/09/2013 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Fran’s Woven Glass

Fran’s Woven Glass

There is a tapestry of life
with distorted dreams
and chaotic threads
that pull one day
into the next.

First one, then two,
then a blurring of a thousand
oil stained slats
that form a fallen ladder
holding up the train
as it fills the blue sky
with cheetah blackened soot.

And all the rubbing inside
can’t clear the outside
nor bullets stop the frantic love
that drove Bonnie and Clyde
to lie upon the dust
of a desolate road
deep in the piney woods.

So little Polly and I
couldn’t know our paths
as we made hollyhock dolls
and set them floating
first one, then two,
in a rutabaga platter dance
blurring a thousand dreams
of ours on Curry Street.

 

10/14/2011 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Sidewalking

Sidewalking

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Taken with a gasp,
our severing is swift,
even though my mother,
and I in my enlightenment,
saw the darkness coming.

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At first I jump.
‘Don’t step on the crack,’
but anger builds till my feet rejoice
in a double-footed cementing
breaking of my mother’s back.

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Then faith must carry us,
each to our own square
till we slowly stand alone
and set our worlds upright
allowing our breath to escape again.

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Then, head up, I walk
ignoring the cracks
down my own twisted path,
leaving my mother
perplexed at my pace.

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4/07/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Until I Forgot to Look

Mirror

PROMPT 7: Until _________

Until I Forgot to Look

Skin has forgotten
how it used to dance,
soft and rounded
on my cheek.

Now it lays
tired and pitted
with lines
tracing back,
my forgotten path
from youth.

I didn’t see
the moment slink,
quiet in slumber
or loud in life,
that changed me,
distorted me,
broken my spirit,
cursed my years.

No mirror can show
how I feel inside,
so my words must become
my face to you.

4/06/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Tomorrow’s White Tale

Pochahontas

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PROMPT 6: Use photo as inspiration.

(Pocahontas by Annie Leibovitz)

Tomorrow’s White Tale

The world is round
as the sea flows calm
rippling past
the rocky shore
to the great unknown
on the next day’s sail.

She cannot hide
in what she wears
nor run from the past
that chases her for it.

The future can be seen
in a crease of her foot,
the line between
a soft woodland path
and the ridged slabs
of cold, cold concrete
yet to come.

3/08/10 Guest Poet: Silent Poet Klaus – Journey of Life

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Journey of Life

Weights that I carry
Through years of agony
About to end finally

A new window of hope
Bridges between the gaps
The unknown and the past

I will dare lose my doubts
And should I need to forget
To find the right rough path

A leaf of life has fallen
Comes a new, better one
Nourish it, for it to bloom

Avenues of the future
Promise of new adventures
With touch of sweet tortures

Float, the dawn has come
Pack your spirit with dreams
Sail away with optimism

A new journey has begun…

Enjoy more poetry by Silent Poet Klaus at:

Poems of Life and Love and Quotes

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