I bought this one on my recent trip:
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| Missing You by Linda G Hatton |
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Thursday, August 8, 2013
2013 Postcard Poetry Project - Day Two - Missing You
The goal was to write a poem based on the postcard I had received in the mail before sending this one out. I had not yet received one yet though. And since this one was going to Australia, I decided not to send a handmade one (for fear it would not hold up).
I bought this one on my recent trip:
I bought this one on my recent trip:
2013 Postcard Poetry Project - Day One - Left Behind
Thanks to my friend, Linda Hofke, for telling me about the Postcard Poetry Project, scheduled for August, 2013.
In preparation, last month I began making collage postcards out of recycled materials. I'd been dissatisfied for several weeks with the poetry I was writing, but I decided to carry on anyway since I'd already made the commitment.
This is the one I sent out for Day One:
It's turning out to be quite a challenge for me to come up with a poem I can hand write on the back of a postcard. My hands have gotten so used to typing.
This project and some advice from my wonderful group of writer friends at Wordsmith Studio have helped to pull me out of my writing difficulties. What a relief.
More to come!
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In preparation, last month I began making collage postcards out of recycled materials. I'd been dissatisfied for several weeks with the poetry I was writing, but I decided to carry on anyway since I'd already made the commitment.
This is the one I sent out for Day One:
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| Day One - Left Behind by Linda G Hatton |
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| Collage Art by Linda G Hatton |
It's turning out to be quite a challenge for me to come up with a poem I can hand write on the back of a postcard. My hands have gotten so used to typing.
This project and some advice from my wonderful group of writer friends at Wordsmith Studio have helped to pull me out of my writing difficulties. What a relief.
More to come!
*****
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Do You Dog Paddle When You Skinny Dip?
Did that title get your attention? Well, I am writing about water after all.
It was an un-explainable summer. It started weird, became wonderful, and then got weird again. I won't go on about the strangeness. The recurring numbers. The messages. My interpretations.
Instead, I'm starting over from this moment, trying to let everything fall behind me. I had a wonderful time with family, but I feel backed up and dissatisfied with most of my writing from the past several weeks.
Driving is meditative for me. I had my best brainstorms while I was darting in and out of traffic. Unfortunately, I let those thoughts slip away like water over my fingers. Even the one below would not flow. No. Not even when the theme was water.
Drowned
Water droplets inviting
yet off-limits, clarity sinks
inside overheated
emotions, streaming
thoughts pour, melding
with forbidden pool
below, too far
from reach, sub-
merged under tears,
uncertainty
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It was an un-explainable summer. It started weird, became wonderful, and then got weird again. I won't go on about the strangeness. The recurring numbers. The messages. My interpretations.
Instead, I'm starting over from this moment, trying to let everything fall behind me. I had a wonderful time with family, but I feel backed up and dissatisfied with most of my writing from the past several weeks.
Driving is meditative for me. I had my best brainstorms while I was darting in and out of traffic. Unfortunately, I let those thoughts slip away like water over my fingers. Even the one below would not flow. No. Not even when the theme was water.
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| Invitation to Escape |
Drowned
Water droplets inviting
yet off-limits, clarity sinks
inside overheated
emotions, streaming
thoughts pour, melding
with forbidden pool
below, too far
from reach, sub-
merged under tears,
uncertainty
*****
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