Wednesday, October 24, 2012

IGWRT's "Kenia's Wednesday Challenge "One Day"


One day

It's not every day one sees

a girl with butterfly wings,
clouds dance upon hill with little webbed feet,
alphabet letters with paws, tails, ears,
firetrucks painted purple,
turkeys shaped like chubby hands,
smiling sun in the right hand of the sky.

One day packed away in a box, tucked away,
like a child's imagination.


by Margaret Bednar, 10-24-2012


This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Kenia's Wednesday Challenge, which is to borrow a line from a friend's poem and use it as inspiration for a surrealist poem.  Well, surreal is very hard for me to do and this really isn't one... but I do think young children grasp it quite easily - all one has to do is look at their art work where elephants can fly and kittens are bigger than a house.

This is also for Friday "Slash" 55

The line I borrowed was from my son's poem below.   He is a sophomore in college and I adore his poetry.  (He is highlighted on the side of my blog and has a tiny fraction of his poems on tumbler - he hasn't kept up with it)  He has hundreds of poems and I hope he gets them organized someday.


Tink

It's not every day you see a girl with butterfly wings

Just standing on the sidewalk.

It's funny how mundane things

Like ten dollar wings, street lamps, and kindergarten chalk

Can conjour such a pondrous fey,

Who waits by starlight for her Pan,

Hair undone, forgotten bangs, astray.

It's not every girl, reminds the boy inside the man.


by William Bednar


22 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Margaret, this was a double delight. I LOVE your poem and you are right - kids do the surreal very well, maybe because to them it is all real. I am way impressed with your son's poem - he has a wonderful voice. I, too, hope he organizes and archives all of his work. One day he will be so glad he did.

Susan said...

Accompanied by the letter "K" is for kangaroo! Brilliant. I was there, present in childhood--you were, too, and your son. The surreal to me is exactly that reality before explanation as seen through un-tainted eyes. Some of it is packed in my mother's boxes, I have seen it. Less in mine, childless, but I have students' poems and portfolios--just a few to remind me of one version of me. How lucky your son to have such a mother, and vv. Wonderful reading, thanks.

Green Speck said...

Wow ... both the poems were magical ... loved them !!!

Mary said...

I enjoyed your poem, Margaret. To a young child, a girl with butterfly wings would be quite possible. It is unfortunate that at some point we lose this ability to 'see.'

Daydreamertoo said...

The minds of children are wondrous things, aren't they? Because they have still got the magic in them that we lose as we grow and become cynical. Both of these were such a delight to read. I loved the picture and the flight of fantasy through a child's eyes.
Your son is very talented. I also hope he gets his poetry sorted out one day too.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I'm sure that children see the surreal far more easily than we do.

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Susie Clevenger said...

What a treat. Loved both your poem and your son's. Your poem reads like a verbal memory box..all those things we treasure and save. Your son's poem is great. He is very talented. You have blessed him with the genes of your artistic talent.

Margaret said...

Susie!!! He taught ME about poetry.. and I am woefully and light years behind his talent. And I don't mind, as I love every word he writes :)

Alice Audrey said...

I've got several of those boxes in storage. My dd asked me to throw them away, but I'm sure by the time we've excavated through our junk to where they are she will have changed her mine.

Mama Zen said...

Delightful work, Margaret!

G-Man said...

Margaret Bednar...
Surealistic Brilliance!!!
Tuck it away...Bring it out years later and it will STILL be PERFECT!
Thanks for playing, thanks for your awesome support, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

izzy said...

It is a two-fur, How splendid!
thanks for purple fire trucks...

Teresa said...

I love your fun poem. What a trip back to the surreality of childhood. Your son's poem is great.

Other Mary said...

Oh, BOTH of those are wonderful! You must be very proud of your son. :o)

Hannah said...

So true about kids and your last few lines make me sad...time goes so fast...I can imagine this ending so easily. Well done, Margaret.

Ann (bunnygirl) said...

These are such fun, and I love the wistful final line of the second poem.

Shakira Choong said...

absolutely delightful to see such talented team. wow..kids can truly inspire us and I am so happy for you, Margaret. William, I am looking forward to see more of your wondrous work!!! KUDOS!! Mine is here
Have you a TRULY BLESSED WEEKEND!!!
hugs
shakira

Brian Miller said...

nice...great to see your sons poetry....and really like his....he sees, which is cool...and love the boy inside the man line...

and i like yours as well...esp the closure, the packing away of the memories...they grow up way too fast....

hedgewitch said...

One of my favorites from your pen, Margaret-- a great line to borrow from a wonderful poem by your son, and you used it very effectively to both broaden his own take and give it one of your own--and I agree, children are natural surrealists!

Kay L. Davies said...

Amazing, Margaret, both your poem and your son's, and you're so right about children. I think they're probably born surreal and, to fit into the "real" world, have to dumb down their delight. (If they survive the bored teenager phase, they can find that delight again.)
K

Yvonne Osborne said...

I love both, the child's immagination and that which can bring out the boy inside the man. Beautifully done. Talent running amuck in your family.