My Hair Eats Everything ~ new poem by Barbara Harris Leonhard published

Imagine carrying your life history with you every day. We all do! Are yours as revealing as those in this poem by Barbara Harris Leonhard?

Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

I’m delighted Spillwords Press published one of my poems.

My Hair Eats Everything

My Hair Eats Everything

Silver pelage. Static cling

Velcro mouth gulping my life.

My hair, a pantry of my days.

Famished patron of my past.

It shows in my sheen, the shine

Of a clean plate.

Baby hair matted with egg,

Pureed peas, sour milk, spaghetti sauce,

Bits of cereal. Mom’s cleansing spit

Over my crown. Kisses planted

In the soil of my hair. Luster of life

Grows into a hungry coif.

The long stems of flowers

Woven into braids. My first perfume,

Splashes of hot lavender baths,

Swashes of wet polish, and Dippity-Do

Cling to my curls and create a crown

Of a complex banquet.

Grandpa’s musty garage, his yard

Of lake breeze. The smell of sand

Tangles my hair into my mouth.

The steam of Grandma’s fried sausage, rising dough,

Stewed chicken, spilled honey from…

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The Obvious Truth ~ inspired by Disciple’s Dilemma (Tritina)

The Obvious Truth

It wasn’t till I looked
that I finally saw
the truism in your words.

For hidden in your words,
discovered when I looked,
there was a welcome saw.

Socially distant, I saw,
there within your words,
the answer, once I looked.

Overlooked, until I saw your words: I’ve got nothing but time.

If anyone can have fun with a poetry form it’s Ron. Lavalette, and, in so doing, offer further tritina inspiration.

Scrambled, Not Fried

No, it’s cool; I can wait.
I’ve got nothing but time…..
……………See?

As far as I can see
it’ll be worth the wait
(at least this time).

I mean, last time
I couldn’t get you to see;
but now…um…I can wait

No. It can’t wait. Time’s up!  See, dammit!!! See!!!

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My blogger friend Ken Gierke (rivrvlogr) introduced me to the TRITINA form, which uses repeated end words in three tercets as follows: ABC / CAB / BCA and a closing line that includes all 3: ABC.  You can read about the form at The Poets CollectiveHERE, and you can see Ken’s Tritina, The Color of Rain, HERE.

Thanks, Ken!

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Green Jays Stage ~ Steps-and-Pauses

I’m pleased that my first attempt at a puente acted as an introduction to the form for one of my favorite poets. Stop by to see how effectively Jazz uses the form to offer two perspectives of the same scene.

stepsandpauses

December 6, 2019.  We returned to our haunts near Rio Grande City the week of Thanksgiving.  One very good birding location is Salineno World Birding Center located on the Rio Grande River and thus in danger.  The current expectation is a wide caliche roadway between river and birding, nothing to spoil the birding center so long as the birds aren’t repulsed by construction.  (But there are those insisting we need a continuous WALL …)  If anywhere near Salineno in the November-March months, this place is worth the search.  (The birds go elsewhere to breed summer/fall.)

I’ve been thinning and tweaking photos since we got back, looking for a green jay image that captures their playful energy.  Today, I encountered a poetry form that so fits the experience of watching green jays – birds flapping around noisily, people holding still quietly.  I don’t think I’ve seen a puente poem before, and…

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all around me, inside and out ~ Kerfe

I know that many of you recognize the mad poetic and artistic skills of Kerfe Roig, as seen on the blog “method two madness” that she shares with her friend, Nina, so I’m sure you’ll want to check out her recent posts on a side-blog she has created during Nina’s hiatus.

K.

all around me s

I am one with the waters
with colors with sounds with winds
that shimmer me with light–
I fill myself with waves

with colors with sound with winds
with skies reflected from deep within–
I fill myself with waves–
I am inhaling the salt and the sand

with skies reflected from deep within–
covered by the sun’s blanket
I am inhaling the salt and sand–
I close my eyes and soar

covered by the sun’s blanket
that shimmers me with light–
I close my eyes and soar–
I am one with the waters

a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.

Another pantoum, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

all around me close up s

I am posting at this site while Nina is on hiatus.  But I’ll be back at MeMadTwo when she returns.

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My haiku is featured today at Pure Haiku, where Freya’s current theme is Emergence

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after long nights’ sleep

bear wakes in darkness of den

hungry for daylight

© Ken Gierke 2019

Ken tells me that his experience in this community can be be summed up in verse: poet on journey / embraced by fellow poets / WordPress acceptance. Find him at rivrvlogr.wordpress.com

This haiku is part of our Emergence theme.

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