A Gift from My Old Man (a Curtal Sonnet Attempt)

I have no fear in posting unpolished pieces. It's part of the process.

And I like a good form challenge. I haven't mastered this one yet, but I had fun working on it. This poem was an attempt at a curtal sonnet. 

It just so happens I have a wonderful memory of my dad pulling over on a road trip, so he could gather cattails for my mom. 

I guess that is where this poem began, though my father was not a townie or a clowny. He was a very nice man with a great smile who helped anyone he could. 

The day after I wrote this, I was out for a hike and came across a patch of cattails. I love synchronicity. 

Cattails in the Desert

A Gift from My Old Man

One humid nightfall when out for a walk,
he hoofed over to an open wet ditch
to clip cigar heads adorned by downy
fleece from atop a towering, stout stalk.
He hunched over his back without a hitch
and winked like an old, bald, toothless townie.
I got this, he said, wrapping meaty palms
around skeletal stems, when his eyes twitched
his whole body became rather frowny,
and my prince charming became a sitcom
clowny.

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What to Do When Words Hide (Make Art)

I wanted to write a poem today, but the words would not cooperate. So I played with paper and pens instead to release the pent-up creative energy.

Here is my work-in-progress.

What do you do when you have trouble writing?

Doodling by Linda G. Hatton

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My Life Is a Collage

I've been creating collage art for thirty-five years, so when I pondered my attraction to it, I realized that my life is a collage.

My overwhelming desire for knowledge sometimes leaves me scattered. I want to take it all in and wind up with only bits and pieces.

Right now I'm creating a collection of cards I hope to make into a book. 

Are you drawn towards an artistic medium that is representative of your personality or life?

Collage Card Front

Collage Card Back

(This post was in response to theme of collage on the Daily Post.)

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