A Few Of My Favorite Things, In One Place – Tweetspeak Poetry

 

Blue Bicycle Books

Well I have to tell you that I fell in love with Charleston.  And I fell in love with my husband, well duh, and it all started in Charleston. So I really do have an incredible love affair with this city. I might love almost everything about it. The way it smells, like a city dipped in salt and sea, drying out on the edge of this Lowcountry region which I call hone. The way it looks, with steeple upon steeple reaching up through the sticky humid air. Always heavenward. The holy city. The homes and gardens which I find myself staring at like a young girl with a high school crush. The little bit of bustle which reminds me of Europe and a Southern New York CIty rolled into one small charming city that feels more like a town.

And poetry. And books. And very old things.  In Charleston. Well put them in a pot of goodness and you have some yummies for my Southern born and bred heart and soul.

Today I am honored to be at Tweetspeak Poetry with a  piece I wrote for their Literary Tour column. Come see what I write about and help keep me company over there.

You are cordially invited. And I promise to roll out a little Southern Hospitality. I might get a little lonely away from my home here. So come visit and leave a comment.

two bikes in charleston

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Blue Bicycle Books 2

The Vigil

come unto me

She swears the color yellow soothes a soul
So you will  find her staring at the garden
Fixed gaze on the yellowest flower there
In the yard
She guards
Her heart
Holding vigil over one who gives her labor pains
Though eighteen years have passed since birth
Holding hope for one
Who birthed her too
Traumatized by screams of pain
She is ripped in two
She finds the field of yellow calms her nerves
Between her shifting gaze she lays it down
And takes it up again, her sinful self desires to stir the pot
She rakes the coals, red hot
Searing
Bloody
Mad when stirred
Hotter when  she pokes the fire
Fear finds fuel in oxygen of snuffed out hope
So she’ll return to yellow on her color wheel
Where quiet and calm soothe her aching soul
Now she knows how He must feel
Father of a million times a million times a million, no more
And lover of as many souls
She will pick a single yellow stem
And give it all to Him
The Perfecter of Her Faith
The One Who Never Sleeps Nor Rests
She lays the flower down
She’ll rest
Reciting: Goldfinch, Monarch, Black-eyed Susans
Over in her dreams
Calmed by yellow memories and hum
It is well with my soul
For He has got her back, cradled in His arms
She wears the title
Mother, Daughter, but
No longer
Tender of a  flame that burns
Her heart consumed by fear.

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Joining Jennifer Dukes Lee for #tellhisstory

Wheelbarrow Of Words

orchid and sun through door slats

You single wheeled cart
She places her art inside of you
A through Z tumble out hard
Carrying all that wells up inside of her

You handle with care the words
She places there, for now
Sacred container of
Words, filled to the brim, spilling over the rim

Z through A jumbled pieces, imperfect
No home in  prose
You hold
Everything that needs a holy  home

You carry pieces of a soul
Spun with tenderness with fragile yarn
Depositing gentle at the feet

Of those
Meant to receive a gift of poetry
Not prose

Line by line the art pulls the thread
Which started in the left ventricle of her heart
Held now frozen on a page
WIthin the walls
Of this word  sanctuary called

Poetry

Penned imperfection, carried with care within a
Wheelbarrow of words
As with all that ‘s meant to fly away
She’ll  pin the Monarch wings and set them free

You may now
Dump out all her poetry
Metaphor  which carries dirt
Your services  no longer needed here

For if she is created in His image
As it says
Co-creator with her God on High
She’ll park the wheelbarrow in the shed
For now

And humbly place the winged words
On the currents of the wind
And wave goodbye to what
Was born inside of her

Grace and peace to you as you travel far or near
My heart, my art, my  poetry

Joining Laura at Playdates At The Wellspring

Beautiful And Lovely Finds Along The Way

I am looking back, into the glass  of the rear view mirrored lens of lovelies. These are some of the beautimous things in my remembering. I want to share with you.

1.  A Lovely Film — “Quartet”. You may watch the trailer here. You’re most welcome.

2.  A Lovely Poem — Today at Burnside Writer’s Collective  there is a beautiful poem entitled “This Ain’t Rocket Science” by John Blase. I am fond of his poetry. All of it. This piece is lovely.  If you want to read more of John’s poetry he blogs at The Beautiful Due. There are beautiful poems just waiting for you there.

3.  A Lovely Line From A Book — I am reading  several books at once, alternating between books on poetry, fiction, non-fiction, you name it.  This from “Writing Poetry From The Inside Out: finding your voice through the craft of poetry by Sandford Lyne”:

All of this is to say that, for the person who works at writing poems, life is never again the same.  Seeing is not the same. Hearing is not the same. Thinking is not the same. Remembering is not the same. And dreaming is not the same.  Everything is bigger; everything is more palpable.”

4.  A Lovely Classic —  I am slowly reading this Thomas Wolfe classic  while I am “home again”. So, in fact and ironically,  you can both go home again and read a tome entitled you can’t when you can  when you have a propensity for shorter and much pithier writing styles.  I may finish it one day, perhaps before my children have children.

You Can't Go Home Again

6. A Lovely Childhood Memory–  Oh does this book bring back wonderful childhood memories. The illustrations by Maurice Sendak are whimsical and wonderful. And the humor and message for  both children and adults on being well-mannered is marvelous. I highly recommend it. You are welcome, my dear.what do you say dear

7. A Lovely New Memory – Visiting The Chapel Of The Prodigal to see the lovely fesco with my mother while a music student practices the piano. Looking forward to this next season of Downton Abbey. Mother is too. We sat and listened to the theme from this Masterpiece Theater Classic while we soaked in the glory of the fresco.

the prodigal fesco

8. A Lovely Scene From The Natural World –  This Oak Hydranga takes my breath away. every. single. time. I walk by. Glory be.

oak hydranga

9. A Lovely Idea Well Executed – Emily Freeman from Chatting at the Sky blog has a monthly link up entitled “What I Learned This Month”. Visit her blog and read some rather interesting lists of things learned in July by her readers and fellow bloggers. You may especially enjoy my friend Shelly Miller’s list of July “things”. Shelly blogs at Redemtpion’s Beauty and her list can be found here.

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