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Friday, April 17, 2015

PO-EMotion #17- Sorrow


April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend (and Poet Extraordinaire), Mary Lee Hahn chooses a theme and writes a new poem each day. Mary Lee blogs and posts her poems at two different places- YEAR OF READING and a fabulous new poetry blog POETREPOSITORY.

This year, Mary Lee has chosen the theme, "PO-EMotions." She promises, "This year, I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem." Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.

Today's emotion is sorrow.  

"Sorrow"

Grief's paintbrush sweeps
broad watercolor strokes
across this page of life
pale shades run together
and I wonder
will new beauty
be created?

(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015



Thursday, April 16, 2015

PO-EMotion #16- Love




April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend (and poet Extraordinaire), Mary Lee Hahn chooses a theme, and writes a poem each day. Mary Lee blogs and posts her poems at two different places- YEAR OF READING and a fabulous new poetry blog POETREPOSITORY.

This year, Mary Lee has chosen the theme, "PO-EMotions." She promises, "This year, I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem." Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.

Today's emotion is love.

"Languages of Love"

That hearts and candy
and flowers love.
I don't know
how to speak that language.

But the buying groceries
and cooking dinner
and helping with algebra homework
and washing uniforms
and sitting in the bleachers
and making pizza runs
for the football team
I know how to do that kind of love.

And the staying up really late
making a tres leche cake
for the social studies potluck
or spending the whole weekend
helping build a museum room diorama
of a twentieth century
African American poet.
I know how to do that kind of love.

The not having dinner with friends
because everyone on the basketball team
is getting brand new matching shoes
and I hadn't planned on that expense
or the working extra jobs
to pay for an apartment,
and groceries and public service bills
I know how to do that kind of love.

The sitting at parent teacher conferences
or suspension hearings
hearing about your inadequacies
and the heart stopping panic
as you lay unmoving on the football field
I know how to do that kind of love.

The telling you that you can't come home
until you straighten up
and get your act together
and be the men
that I know you are capable of being.

That's another language
I don't know how to speak.

(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015



Wednesday, April 15, 2015

PO-EMotion #15- HOPE


April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend (and poet Extraordinaire), Mary Lee Hahn chooses a theme, and writes a poem each day. Mary Lee blogs and posts her poems at two different places- YEAR OF READING and a fabulous new poetry blog POETREPOSITORY.

This year, Mary Lee has chosen the theme, "PO-EMotions." She promises, "This year, I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem." Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.

Today's emotion is hopeMy poem (such as it is) is a found poem. Part of it is from a famous Dickinson poem, part is from some favorite Bible verses, and part is from a favorite hymn.




"Hopehymn"
  
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - 

Faith is the confidence 
in what we hope for 
and assurance 
about what we do not see. 


That perches in the soul – 

We have this hope as 
an anchor for the soul, 
firm and secure.


And sings the tune without the words –
It is well with my soul, 
it is well with my soul 
it is well,
it is well,
with my soul. 

And never stops -

Let us hold unswervingly 
to the hope we profess, 
for He who promised is faithful.

And sings the tune without the words –
It is well with my soul, 
it is well with my soul 
it is well,
it is well,
with my soul. 

And never stops - 
at all.

(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015 



Tuesday, April 14, 2015

PO-EMotion #14- Desire



April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend (and poet Extraordinaire), Mary Lee Hahn chooses a theme, and writes a poem each day. Mary Lee blogs and posts her poems at two different places- YEAR OF READING and a fabulous new poetry blog POETREPOSITORY.

This year, Mary Lee has chosen the theme, "PO-EMotions." She promises, "This year, I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem." Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.

Today's emotion is  desire.


"Longing"

Living with
unfulfilled desire
is like stepping on 
a shard of glass
at first it protrudes 
and pains regularly
if you pick at it
try to remove it
with fingernails or tweezers 
it hurts worse

soon you learn 
you can avoid the pain
if you do not step 
in certain ways
eventually
a callous grows
and you become accustomed
to the hard bump
on the bottom of your foot

every once in a while
you step wrong
and a stab of pain
shoots heart ward
but most of the time
the desire is just there
causing that constant throb
of endurable
discomfort

(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015



Monday, April 13, 2015

PO-EMotion #13- Hate



April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend (and poet Extraordinaire), Mary Lee Hahn chooses a theme, and writes a poem each day. Mary Lee blogs and posts her poems at two different places- YEAR OF READING and a fabulous new poetry blog POETREPOSITORY.

This year, Mary Lee has chosen the theme, "PO-EMotions." She promises, "This year, I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem." Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.

Today's emotion is hate.

"Hate"


Five or six---
Red-faced and furious--
"I hate you!" I scream.
"I hate you!"
I run to bedroom
throw myself across the bed-
my black shoes 
making ugly marks 
on white bedspread
my grandmother rubs my back.
"Hate is an ugly word,"
she says, "Never use the word hate
to talk about people."

Fifty years later
I repeat this mantra.
"Hate is an ugly word,"
I say to my boys.
"Never use the word hate
to talk about people."
And then my sons,
the people I love 
most in the world,
scream across the room,
"I hate you, I hate you."
And I am surprised
at how freely 
that ugly word
rolls off their tongues
and how much it hurts.

(C) Carol Wilcox, 2015



Sunday, April 12, 2015

PO-EMotions #12- Aversion



April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend (and poet Extraordinaire), Mary Lee Hahn chooses a theme, and writes a poem each day. Mary Lee blogs and posts her poems at two different places- YEAR OF READING and a fabulous new poetry blog POETREPOSITORY.

This year, Mary Lee has chosen the theme, "PO-EMotions." She promises, "This year, I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem." Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.

Today's emotion is aversion.


"Aversion"

I abhor all things domestic,
housework is just not for me--

I'm bitter 'bout buffing bathtubs,
Hold contempt for cleaning closets,
Dislike doing dishes,
Exerting elbow grease exhausts me!

I find floor scrubbing frightful, and
grocery shopping gives me goosebumps,
housework harms my humor,
ironing irritates immensely,
and while we're on the subject
just leave my junk drawer junky!

Kitchen cleanup makes me cranky, and
laundry leaves me loathing, 
I find making beds malevolent, and
Neat freaks nauseate me.
My organization is original,
Please don't pick up my putdowns
I have qualms about your quick sweeps
I'd rather leave rubbish round!

I stink at sweeping stairways,
Towers teeter on my table,
Underneath my bed is ugly,
I view vacuuming with vitriol,
And wail when I wash windows,

I expect you'll find messy
and quite honestly I don't care,
Though I yearn for better habits,
Zeal for domestic
isn't there!

(c) Carol Wilcox,  (with a little help from her mother, Janet Wilcox), 2015




Saturday, April 11, 2015

#11 PO-EMotion Despair


April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend (and poet Extraordinaire), Mary Lee Hahn chooses a theme, and writes a poem each day. Mary Lee blogs and posts her poems at two different places- YEAR OF READING and a fabulous new poetry blog POETREPOSITORY.

This year, Mary Lee has chosen the theme, "PO-EMotions." She promises, "This year, I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem." Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.

Today's emotion is despair.


"mariana trench"

few travel
to life's mariana trench
where enormous pressure
creates a vacuum
that sucks guts inward
and crushes
heart
and spirit

and where
darkness
is much blacker
than black
and you wonder
if you will ever
see light again
or whether you would
actually even
recognize light
if it was,
in fact,
there

and barely recognizable
but scary large
bottom dwellers
brush against you
entangling your
arms and legs
in their stringy tentacles
and making it
much
harder
to swim

the descent
is rapid
and imperceptible

but the ascent
to life's surface
is slow
and so
very
painful.

(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015