You may be familiar with my Poetry Marathons – I’ve done them since January, 2015. I take a week, several times a year, and devote it to poetry – writing, editing, all poetry-related activities.
This year I have decided to do one segment of a Marathon each week. Two to three hours set aside for poetry, outside my regular life. It’s called the Installment Plan Poetry Marathon.
For more background information, look here. And if you want to read previous posts in this series, search this blog under the term Installment Plan Poetry Marathon 2017.
Beautiful day. I arrived at Logue Library, Chestnut Hill College, about 9 AM.
I wondered if the squash plant would still be thriving. Yes, it was.
Fantastic. I went up the steps and checked on the crepe myrtles. You can see they are passing their peak, but still full of color.
I hurried into the library. The librarians were getting started for the day. You know, the pre-settling down to the desk flurry – watering plants, rushing around a bit. We exchanged greetings, and then I went to my desk on the third floor.
I hadn’t planned on doing it but I took a few blur photos before I settled down. It was a good day and I got a lot of shots. Funny how that works out – some days yes, some days, not a thing.
After that short interlude, I got right to work. I was not sure what I wanted to do today; I brought several possible projects with me. I’ve had breaks in my routine this week and my mind was hopping from one mental foot to the other, restless. A good way to ease into things was to go over last week’s work, I thought.
Once finished with that, I looked over some notes I had made and reviewed fragments of poems. Hmmm, I thought. This is where I will go today.
All right, how about some results, you say?
I spent the day in the city (Philadelphia); yesterday. I walked east toward the Delaware River from Center City. Many years ago, I worked in this area. It is very changed now; but there is much that is the same. I walked through the Curtis Building at 6th and Walnut. There are shops on the first floor, surrounding the atrium, one of them a barbershop. I took inspiration from the sign he had displayed and the scene I glimpsed through the glass.
he styles himself
and the man sitting in the chair before him
just before lunchtime.
Head of wet-down hair set on a torso
draped in a black polyester cape
white towel around the neck
at the other end
fighting for their dignity
as clipped hair
falls around them
to the floor
depending on the quick sure scissor snips
Mr. G clicks off quite a rate per minute
before he combs the new cut
into gelled furrows
Mr. G never stops talking
moves to the rhythm of his words
bending over and around
a light finger to the chin to raise the face
for a last intense inspection
of side to side
level to level
removes the towel
with a flourish
flinging them on the counter
a little powder dusted on the neck
A renovated head of hair
rejoins the workday.
three fingers beckon
to the next
A week or so ago my husband and I visited the Morris Arboretum near us. We took a walk in the wetlands section and saw a lot of this versatile and interesting plant, milkweed.
Pods hugged in tight
striped in prickles.
Each curved-up end
like a saucy little nose
on a good-natured face
Wait until that little face
Now, for some Little Vines.
Good thing the lamp shorted out.
I decided right then
I’d divorce her.
You know what people are saying
Was it an accident,
that thing with the poisoned lunch meat?
That’s an expensive lipstick.
Seven deadly sins in seven minutes.
No jury would convict.
for crying out loud
of course things have changed
Wake up and smell the rotten potatoes.
Thank you for your discretion
the mistake was in thinking nothing will change
That much kissing sends a message.
in the concert hall singing sweet revenge
broken glass on the ground
Thank you for reading! Until next time.