Hello, Found Object Poets. I am taking a break from blogging today.
FOUND: Locust Pods
Don’t beat me over the head with a giant seed pod! We’re still writing and sharing today.
You will find the Day 10 Found Object Poem Project post at Margaret Simon’s blog, Reflections on the Teche. Thank you, Margaret!
I’ll see you back here tomorrow for Day 11. Be sure to leave your Day 10 responses at this post.
DAY 11 FOUND OBJECT PROMPT
Day Ten
A Lotus Life
I remember that delicate blossom;
You burst with all life’s colors,
and the minutes moved,
the days passed.
More beyond the hues emerged.
You nourished;
we were thankful.
You gave all you were able.
At the end, the music remained,
only the music displayed.
It was enough.
Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved
Linda, A Lotus Life is thoughtful and delicately woven. Two lines moved me: More beyond the hues emerged and It was enough.
Margaret did an outstanding job of hosting the Found Object Poem Project tonight.
Thanks, Carol. All the poems are extraordinary, aren’t they?
Linda, yes, I am really enjoying this project time. I found your Day 11 prompt charming.
Day 11 Prompt Post, Homespun Charm, can be found at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2016/02/homespun-charm.html.
I’ve been surprised that I was stuck writing about my own picture, but here it is, needing help, yet I hope I got the flavor I was trying for.
Day Eleven
What I Had
F ound– faded flowerdy cloth from Mama’s scraps,
O verlays a piney piece of wood in Papa’s workshop.
U nder the backyard shade tree, the walnut–
N ear perfect color of my face.
D oll delight, looks like me.
Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved
I let my kid-self out today …
Day 11
On a Visit to Red Riding Hood
This is a memory
of Grandmother dear,
who outsmarted the wolf
when he came by here
with the gunny and muslin
she stuffed in her bed
and the pumpkin she used
to mimic her head.
It’s here on the shelf
and reminds me each day
better activate wits
than be someone’s buffet.
– Violet Nesdoly
This struck me as such a stark contrast to a pink, delicate ballerina doll I once had… that my brother broke… not that I’d remember that after over 50 years…
Day 11
The Dolls
Prima Donna ballerina
Could bend and point her toes;
Her arms were curved so gracefully –
No walnut tip for nose;
She wore a satin tutu
And on her feet toe shoes;
She smelled of sweet vanilla –
Not of smoke and bread and stews.
I loved my doll until it broke
And then threw it away.
What good is a dancing doll
If it can’t tour jeté?
My grandma’s doll, so precious,
Has stood the test of time;
She never went to dances
But with Grandma she would climb
The big old tree beside the house
To make up wondrous tales,
And then go wading in the stream
To look for baby whales.
My grandma’s doll upon my shelf
Still dresses in humble style;
And looking down at me from there
I think she’s cracked a smile.
©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved
LOTUS FLOWER (HEY BUDS)
Fuchsia covered buds
stretch out in praise of morning
revealing their sun-shined heart.
(c) Charles Waters 2016
Day 11
She struggled
to keep her face blank,
unreadable.
The news
made her shoulders tense,
took her breath,
blinded her.
An unimaginable future
stretched ahead.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
http://www.maryleehahn.com/2016/02/found-object-poem-project.html
So…yeah. Where did THAT come from??? (Not sure…)