Showing posts with label Washington DC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Washington DC. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Jones Point Light House, Alexandria, VA - A Poem


The newly renovated Jones Point Lighthouse

The skyline of Alexandria and the beginning of the Woodrow Wilson Bridge (lighthouse far right)

Woodrow Wilson bridge at dusk.

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Jones Point Light House

Between a cleavage of trees,
a shrinking violet nestles discreetly,
as a bevy of beauties parade
along nearby shore

where, like an over-eager lover,
the setting Sun lingers,
enjoys Alexandria's charm,
elegance, and grandeur.

Risking her displeasure,
Sun sneaks a glance
toward a sparkling necklace
 seductively winking,

missing altogether
the simple lines
and diminutive stature
of the wallflower below.

Faithfully,
the Mighty Potomac
dips and sways before
his old, faithful maiden,

grateful for her dimmed
but forever watchful eyes
upon him once again.

An instant's mesmerization
does not a faithful heart make,
and like a lover, jilted 
once too often by pomp
and circumstance,

glories that his first love
is smiling upon him
once again.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, July 10, 2012

My daughter and I took a riverboat cruise down the Potomac River while visiting Washington D.C.  I asked the crew what the tiny white building was and they said with all the numerous trips this way had never even noticed it tucked away in the trees.  I used my iPhone and placed it on the Google maps and was fascinated with it.  Jones Point Lighthouse was my search result and it was originally built in 1855, discontinued in 1926 and finally, relit and preserved in 1995.  

I hope to go back someday to D.C. as three days is not enough time to see all there is in this lovely city.  The shrinking violet, Jones Point Lighthouse, and the grand dame, Alexandria, are on my "To See" list.

This is linked with dVerse - Open Link Night #52 .  It is THE place to be for poets on Tuesday evenings!



Thursday, July 5, 2012

Poetry Jam - "Booth's Lament"


John Wilkes Booth's Lament

Our cause being lost,

I have given up all
that makes life sweet and holy.

Repent?  I may before God,
but not man.

With the curse of Cain
I must fight the course,

and why?

God simply made me
the instrument of his punishment!

May He let me die bravely;
'tis all that's left me.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, July 5, 2012 (selected words from last diary entry)

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This if for Poetry Jam - this week's them Forgiveness (or lack thereof!) 

and Friday Flash 55 (next week July 12).  Below is the appointment book John Wilkes Booth carried on his body and  wrote in after the April 14 assassination.  HERE is the entire entry.  Being an actor, he loved words, drama, and the limelight, but I took the liberty to shorten it for him in 55 words :)



The first place I visited in Washington D.C. was Ford's Theatre.  I sat in the seats and looked up into the balcony where Booth shot President Lincoln and then he jumped to the stage shouting in Latin "Sic simper Tyrannis" (Thus always to tyrants).  


A walked the winding stairs upon which Booth tread, derringer in his pocket, vengeance in his heart.  Before Gettysburg, Booth's original plan was to kidnap Lincoln and transport him to the South.  If he had been successful, history would have rewritten him a hero as the "winner" writes the pages of history.  


The museum under the theatre is amazing.  I spent two hours slowly absorbing history and viewing the actual pieces that carried out this tragic deed.  Booth's actions killed the very man who would have shown compassion and forgiveness to the South... instead, healing took a very, very long time.



Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Abraham Lincoln, the Poet and a poem by me "The Monument"


My daughter and I recently took a trip to Washington D.C.   The first place I visited was Ford's Theatre, which I will share in my next post.  This is, of course, the statue at the Lincoln Memorial.  The view overlooking the reflecting water and the Washington Monument (which Lincoln gazes at eternally) was a bit disappointing as the water was drained for repairs.

Standing beneath this imposing stature and looking up is awe inspiring, although something tells me Lincoln would not like it as he was a humble spirit.  But beneath this gaze, I felt hope, and I'm glad he has been honored in this way.


The Monument

Upon gleaming stone
rests a finger,
tapping eternally
and a fist
forever contemplating.

Eyes gaze steadily,
further wisdom
withheld,

while a foot
hovers,
seemingly eager
to lead...

A life force
united with our Maker,
relying solely
on yesterday's
good deeds.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, July 4, 2012

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I linked the above poem up with "dVerse Poet's Pub - Open Link Night".  Please skip on over if you want to view some FINE poetry.  Also posted this over at "Poetic Asides" - Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 182

And did you know he was a poet?  Below is an excerpt from the Library of Congress site on Lincoln:


Lincoln became interested in poetry around the age of twelve, and remained an avid reader of poetry throughout his life. His earliest exposure to poetry likely came through Thomas Dilworth's literacy textbook A New Guide to the English Tongue, which included several short poems. When his widowed father Thomas married Sarah Bush Johnston in 1819, she brought to the household a small library that included William Scott'sLessons in Elocution, a gathering of poetry and prose for youth. It was from Scott's anthology, which Lincoln began reading seriously around 1825, that he first came into contact with many poems and poets that remained lifelong favorites, including Shakespeare, who ranked supreme in Lincoln's literary pantheon. In an 1863 letter to comedic actor James Hackett, who had recently published the book Notes and Comments upon Certain Plays and Actors of Shakespeare, with Criticisms and Correspondence, Lincoln outlined his familiarity with Shakespeare's works:
Some of Shakespeare's plays I have never read; while others I have gone over perhaps as frequently as any unprofessional reader. Among the latter are Lear, Richard Third, Henry Eighth, Hamlet and especially Macbeth. I think nothing equals Macbeth. It is wonderful. Unlike you gentlemen of the profession, I think the soliloquy in Hamlet commencing "Oh my offense is rank" surpasses that commencing, "To be or not to be."
Other poets whose work Lincoln enjoyed included Lord Byron, Thomas Gray, Thomas Hood, Oliver Wendell Holmes, John Greenleaf Whittier, Fitz-Greene Halleck, and, second only to Shakespeare, Robert Burns. [234] Lincoln's love of Burns's poetry was so widely known during his presidency that he received many invitations to annual celebrations of the Scotsman's birthday. When Alexander Williamson, the secretary of the Washington Burns club, wrote Lincoln asking him to recognize the "the genius of Scotland's bard," Lincoln replied: "I cannot frame a toast to Burns. I can say nothing worthy of his generous heart and transcendent genius. Thinking of what he has said, I cannot say anything worth saying.”

Not only did Lincoln read poetry, but he memorized large swaths which he frequently recited to friends and inserted into conversation. His favorite poem, which he recited so often that people suspected Lincoln was the author, was William Knox's "Mortality," or, "Oh, Why should the Spirit of Mortal be Proud?" So great was Lincoln's affection for the poem that he once wrote, "I would give all I am worth, and go in debt, to be able to write so fine a piece as I think that is." Other favorite poems Lincoln committed to memory were Oliver Wendell Holmes’ "The Last Leaf" and Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven." Both are examples of the gloomy, melancholic poetry of which Lincoln was so fond and at which he would try his own hand.

Lincoln as Poetry Writer

In addition to his poetic prose, exemplified by the Gettysburg Address, Lincoln was the author of several capable poems. The Library of Congress' Presidents as Poets Web site includes the text of these poems and historical information about their composition.



I have read many books on this great man.  I think "Team of Rivals" I will be reading off and on for the  next year as it is rather... well, long.  But one book I am having a bit of fun with is "Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Slayer" (I'm a bit embarrassed to admit this... :)

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

IGWRT's Sunday Challenge: Koan Poetry




Pondering

With excitement and youthful energy she ponders her future;
bars of iron, block her way forward, protecting.
Men of sound mind and good heart have made mistakes,
a lifelong struggle, hers, to set the path straight.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, July 2, 2012

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This is for IGWRT's Sunday mini challenge:  Koan poetry.  HERE is a detailed account of this ancient Chinese poetry.  I certainly hope this didn't have a certain rhythm, word count, or rhyme as I don't have any... (Kerry... let me know :)

The iPhone photos are of my daughter on our recent trip to Washington DC which I have yet to post about.   I did take photos with my nice Canon, but I found that when sight seeing, it is often hard to make those you are with wait for the perfect shot :)  The monument above is the Jefferson Memorial.  We paddle boated here at the end of the day (last photo!)

I am a few challenges behind and have rushed my poetry here.  I hope I grasped the essence of it... I find it an exciting form as I like short poetry that is packed with insight and feeling.  I am sure I will revisit this in the near future.


and my blue toe which obviously needed a touch up!