It's Poetry Friday. Well, it will be tomorrow when you read this. I'm posting early as I will be on the road tomorrow. Tara is hosting the roundup at A Teaching Life. Lots of poetry out there today.
At the International War Veterans Poetry Archives, I found this quote:
She once read, “We cannot know what quality a thing possesses when it is unknown.” She feels that it is important not to tuck away the things you like to do--one must focus on this moment of discovery (writing poetry) and hope for a startling consequence: professional acknowledgment and/or self-fulfillment.
I'm all for the startling consequence!
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| Woman on Porch by Clovis Heimsath |
Hot Summer Nights
by Mary Hamrick
It haunts me so
those summer nights
in dim lit homes
where music flows
and tempers flare
and lullabies fill the air.
I while away the hours
under the electric swell of light,
(pulse-scorched out).
Bone-idle and coral pink,
this dry spell grills,
but Southern nights do fill me.
Read the rest here.
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I too love the startling consequence AND the bone-idle and coral pink of southern nights. Thanks for sharing, Doraine!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed this one. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteI love the contrasts of "tempers flare" and "lullabies fill the air", and you chose the perfect painting to accompany this lovely poem. Thanks, Dori ffor introducing me to a poet I hadn't heard of before. I'll look for more of her work.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the few other poems byHamrick that I found online. I really liked the painting, too. Even though it's not night, the shadows are so lovely.
DeleteIt was our first summer in the States this year, and we spent it in sweltering hot Nevada, thus I could understand these lines perfectly:
ReplyDelete"this dry spell grills,
but Southern nights do fill me."
Thank you so much for sharing.
I am with her on the music, tempers and lullabies. They do tend to go together this summer!
ReplyDeleteMyra, you picked the desert for your first simmer in the states? I'd love to know the reasons behind that location choice. Family? My son-in-law grew up in the desert and understands its beauty. But boy is it not. They lived in Las Vegas for a while where butter melted on the table on the patio at dinner. Georgia heat is moist, drippy, muggy. Very different, but not much nicer!
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