Thursday, January 26, 2012

IGWRT's Wednesday Challenge - "Endure" & Friday Flash 55 "The Ocean"

For "Mr. Know-it-All" two Friday Flash 55's this week!


My world often tilts
out of control.

"Endure", whispers Granny
willing me strength.

The next time

I'll grasp hold
of branches bent low

fall, roll
with the hedge apple,
thorns and lances

swirl, spin
upon Red River's current

or arch through time,
flung skyward
by tree's nimble bow,
and soar

towards a future,

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, January 26, 2012

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This is my contribution to Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "Wednesday Challenge" prompt, which is to write a "futuristic" poem.  This first brought to mind space ships and aliens, but I decided to try to use my photos from my recent walk to "Tannenbaum Historical Park".  The portrait and hanging fruit photos are from two years ago.

I am not sure if I truly did a futuristic poem.  Is longing for the future enough to make it so?  It seemed to me that poet Nazim Hikmet did this - wrote about a better future.  Click on IGWRT's link to read about him.  

If you would like to know more about this intriguingly hardy fruit tree (Hedge Apple or Osage Orange), click HERE.  This unique fruit is most bountiful in Oklahoma and Texas along the Red River.  The Osae used it's strong, pliant branches for bows and the settlers often used it for a "living" fence.  It must be carefully maintained (trimmed) or it's fruit and thorns will overtake an area.

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The following image and poem I wrote for a Poetry Jam prompt (topic: sensual) and reposted here for  Mr. Know-it-All's "Friday Flash 55" - a non-fiction story in 55 words, no more, no less (I will link up Thursday after 8pm)

The Ocean

Sinewy arms, pail laden
I sleepwalk towards the barn.
Nature's morning breath
moistly kissing me awake

from a dream
I'm unwilling to release...

   like sandpaper
   against my flesh
   his memory,
   passion aroused,
   long buried
   tickle my ear,
   needs whispered,
   upon my tongue
   his saltiness...

a single tear

joining an ocean of regret.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, January 25, 2012


Laurie Kolp said...

Memories of your grandmother's words are enough to make you endure the future, so yes... it's right on target. I love it, Margaret.

Margaret said...

Thanks, Laurie. Just want to make sure I clarify... this is a fiction piece. I have never suffered any kind of abuse - which is what was hinting at here in this poem.

I often imagine different scenarios when I visit historic places. Life doesn't change much, but our ability to react to it does. A child of long ago didn't have much chance to escape abuse... today they do...

Teresa said...

These are both wonderful! I don't think I can even say which I like better. I love your pictures as well.

Dani said...

both are beautiful accompanied with the photography fantastic!!!

TALON said...

Beautiful, Margaret. Imagery of the poems so tender and the photos are awesome.

G-Man said...

Margaret Bednar...
I have no more superlatives to praise what an artist you are.
You just blow me away...
Put 2 or 3 Osage Oranges in an onion sack and hang them up in your basement by the windows...
And you will NEVER be bothered by Spiders!! They sell them at our Farmers Mkt
Loved your 55
Thanks for another brilliant snippet from your creative mind, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

Margaret said...

Awe Shucks, G-Man! :) And now you are my hero! I HATE spiders. I will circle my home with them and put them at every window... (we don't have basements here.

Brian Miller said...

those brain fruits/seeds/whatever they are are pretty cool...we have them at the park near here...that is a lovely pic...and really like the message in your 55 as does get out of control often, it is what we do with it...

hedgewitch said...

Love the second one most, Margaret--very sensuous and also, as one of the points I think was, very concise, with a minimum of words. We have tons of bois d'arc around our area(bodark as its pronounced here)--they can be quite messy in the fall, but back during the dustbowl a lot of farmers planted them as windbreaks, and they're still around--survivors.I've always found their alien looking fruit fascinating, and your photo really shows it off.

Polly Janos said...

We had them in Kansas, as well. I enjoyed both very much! The dreamer in me most appreciated your 2nd 55. I found it eerily personal. Isn't that what poetry is about?

Akelamalu said...

Love you 55 and your photographs. :)

Thanks for stopping by my place and taking the time to comment. Nice to meet you. :)

izzy said...

I think the first is more where I am today- however I also enjoyed the
beginning of the second...Thank you for the luscious photo at the top!

Steve Isaak said...

Excellent versifying, both works.

Alice Audrey said...

Nature's morning breath is right! That's the ocean I know.

Lydia said...

Your Endure photo and 55 are both breathtaking. What a soft touch you have when it counts the most.

Margaret said...

Thank you.

Lydia... thank you. I've been trying for that soft touch for a long time. I hope I get it right at times! :)