The Mag #145, Friday Flash 55, & Barn Charm "Fifteen Cents"

Fifteen Cents

Snakes, goliath hornworms
hidden amidst nightshade,

summer heat, rain,
palm rolled tar balls,

colored spirituals, Pepsi,
Moon Pies, bone-weary.

Loose leaves bundled,
looped, fastened snug,
rafters dripping
a southern delicacy,

gorged, steaming barns,
four to five days, green
to golden bright.

Pinched, spread, rolled,
sealed, inhaled deeply,

just fifteen cents a pack
back in 1938.

by Margaret Bednar, December 30, 2012

North Carolina's old tobacco barns - curing or pack house barns - can be seen dotting old fields, a lucky few restored, old tobacco fields now sprouting residential developments or weed-ridden.   

Here is a sweet photo I found of a little girl "looping" (stringing) tobacco.

This is linked with "The Mag" #149.  The photo prompt for the week (provided by Tess) is below:

Photo courtesy of R.A.D. Stainforth

I will also link this with Friday Flash 55  and Barn Charm (back Jan 7th)

nightshade:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solanaceae

Poetry Jam "A December Night's Walk" Friday Flash 55 "Beloved"

The Friday Flash 55 version is at the bottom - It is always so hard to edit one's words...

which do YOU like better?

A December Night's Walk

I step out
into the cimmerian night,
utter a protest against the chill,

walk dogs one last time
before turning in, glad
Christmas's rush is over,

listen to the pond's silence,
pause as I feel very small,
pupils wide,

as pinpoints
of luminous light
reflect symbolic vision;

a tree of paradise,
a tree of hope, needles
pointing heavenward

and a stag
thirsting for water
like my soul yearns for Christ.

My breath expels,
a tear escapes,
and I thank the starless sky

for her beauteous gift
of making one so small
feel so simply and happily loved.

by Margaret Bednar, December 27, 2012

This is linked with Poetry Jam - "Ho Ho Holidays"


and below, a shorter, 55 word version, linked with Friday Flash 55.


Beloved

I embrace
a cimmerian night,

feel alone
beneath starless sky,

listen to the pond's
chilly silence,

pause, pupils wide,
as pinpoints of luminous light

reflect a tree of hope,
needles pointing heavenward

and a stag thirsting for water
like I yearn for Christ;

breath expels,
a tear escapes

and I, so small,
feel simply loved.

by Margaret Bednar, December 27, 2012

Peace, Hope, and Joy to my blogging friends

We had to do "boy/girl" photos this year as we have been battling strep throat (me), flu, and terrible colds.  I do believe we will all be better by the 25th.  I'm also convinced the boys had an added incentive - they didn't want to get dressed up.  It was all I could do to keep them from wearing baseball hats!  

But, the silver lining for me in having to be bedridden is I am almost caught up on DR. WHO!!  I am on target to finishing the 6th season in time to watch the Christmas Special!  Are there any other BBCA fans out there?... I SO love this show.  It takes about half way through the first season to become addicted... but believe me, you DO!  

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Season's Greetings... to all my blog friends.  Truly, you inspire me and I have learned and enjoyed so much by "meeting" all of you.  This world of blogging it truly amazing, don't you agree?  If my friends and family had to put up with my attempts at almost daily poetry, I would have long ago been locked in my room.  Thank you for saving me from that fate ;)

I wish we all could be sitting around a fire, enjoying my daughter's gourmet cookies (not mine, I don't bake desserts) and a cup of hot chocolate (or spiced wine).

From my family to yours, I truly wish each and every one Peace, Hope, and Joy for the upcoming New Year 2013!

Friday Flash 55, "Feline Madness"

Feline Madness

I sense before I see,
beneath boughs
of this year's Christmas tree,
glowing eyes
seemingly stalk ghosts
of time past,
look through me
with intensity barbarous,
and I with red ribbon in hand,
decide feline portraits will wait
'til wild beasts repent wicked ways,
their ancient spirits soothed 
with a bowl of warm milk.

by Margaret  Bednar, December 19, 2012

I can't remember a Christmas without a cat.  Casper was by dear companion throughout my childhood and early marriage.  The image above is of Casper and me, Christmas 1982, my senior year of high school.

This will be linked with Friday Flash 55 - (link up Thursday after 8pm).

Below are the two cats I have now.  I just read that evergreen's can be toxic to cats!  We've had a live Christmas tree for years!  I don't buy Poinsettias anymore as they're supposedly toxic as well.  So far my cats don't see to be nibbling on the tree and I am keeping the area vacuumed.

We are celebrating our Christmas Saturday, December 22, due to work schedules. All six children are home and that is really all I want/need for Christmas.

My dear blogging pals, I wish each and every one of you love and peace this Christmas.   Happy Holidays.

IGWRT's Sunday Mini-Challenge, Doll's Revisited "Nowhere to Turn"

Nowhere to Turn

Black-hole pupils
swallow irises, blue,
terrify.  Super-mom's cape
lies crumpled in a corner
no longer able to soothe,
save, protect;

her son's tone increasingly
belligerent.  She fears the moment,
(it always comes) when calculated
rage shakes loose, consumes.

Hugs him closely as he kicks
and screams "I'll get my revenge".

Mental illness ravages her son.
Help might arrive if a crime he commits,
until then a 13 year old boy's family
has nowhere to turn.

by Margaret Bednar, December 16, 2012

This is for Imaginary Garden With Real Toad's, Sunday Mini-Challenge "Doll's Revisited".

I, along with most of you, are devastated with what happened in a Connecticut elementary school a few days ago.  HERE.  I am particularly moved by a father's response that he isn't angry at the killer.  The killer practiced free will and chose evil, the father will choose love.

I paraphrased that, but this sentiment, uttered by a man who is grieving for his five year old daughter's murder is truly heroic.  I was going to write a poem about this, but came across the following article.  I think it needs to be read and circulated.  My poem above isn't really my own as I borrowed a few lines from the author of the article I have linked below.

"I Am Adam Lanza's Mother".

IGWRT's Sunday Mini-Challenge - Doll's Revisitied "Nurture"

Nurture

Insecurities need a place to hide
in order to breathe, time to nuzzle
upon the breast, content,

baby step towards confidence.
A place where Brothers Grimm
are balanced with Mother Goose,

a nest where feathers soothe tremblings
and one learns falling is about rising
and true fear results from giving up.

Margaret Bednar, December 15, 2012

This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday Mini-Challenge "Dolls Revisited".  

IGWRT's Sunday Mini-Challenge - Dolls Revisited "Becoming"

Becoming

I fell for a boy

wearing an octopus tattoo

became hypnotized

by the way 

he moved his ink,

forlorn when he 

chose another,

said I was shallow.

Self pity nor sainthood's 

for me.  Took it upon myself

to become what I love;

I wear it better, anyway.

by Margaret Bednar, December 15, 2012

This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's Sunday Mini-Challenge, Dolls Revisited.  

IGWRT's Sunday Mini Challenge - Dolls Revisited "The Shaping of Me"

The Shaping of Me

I'm drifting, undulating as life's waves
cleanse or erode, unsure which;

concentrate upon survival,
the tidewrack of introspection

reserved for the questionable future.
For now, I just hang on, vulnerable.

by Margaret Bednar, December 15, 2012

This is for Imaginary Garden of Real Toad's Sunday Mini-Challenge - Dolls Revisited.  A number dolls hand stitched, created by my daughter's high school Visual Art's class last year.  

IGWRT's Transforming Friday's - "North American Bison"

North American Bison

Thunder once rolled
upon the plains,
explosive,
ungovernable
beneath a cloudless sky;

stilled by something
instinct couldn't understand.

Margaret Bednar, December 15, 2012


This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's" - Transforming Friday's with Hannah.  This is the fifth challenge in a beautiful series!

IGWRT's & Friday Flash 55 "Ingrained"

Ingrained

Our elbows, knees
crammed eight in a van
from  Charleston
to Northern Michigan,
with a stop in New York,
boy farts, smelly socks
(just to torture his sisters)
happy hearts, non-the-less,
voices singing in unison

silenced,

as we drive by
a burnt out shell,
flipped
pillows, toys,

paper drawings
airborne,
enjoying summer's breeze.

by Margaret Bednar, December 13, 2012

I almost didn't write about this calamiti - this indelible image that lives in my mind.  I think this is the first post I have ever done without a photo.

There were two car seats in a van just like ours - numerous pillows, binders, books, Disney tapes scattered all over the ditch and grass, papers blowing (Crayola & loose leaf) swirling on the road as the traffic drove through them.  I remember thinking the papers looked like they were dancing and swirling when everything else looked so forlorn.  Police, ambulance, long gone, the scene eerily quiet.

I am sorry for such a sad post so near the holidays (blame Fireblossom:) but it does remind us to hug our loved ones, enjoy today, enjoy now... Live!

This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Fireblossom Friday (Wednesday) "Calamities".

This is also for Friday Flash 55

The Mag #147, "The Lover"

The Lover

Like parchment,
ink stained,
my skin
absorbs your mark,
becomes branded
with wanderlust,
seeks no boundaries,
offers no resistance,
as you traverse
and trace contours,
elevating this journey
of adventurous passion
to blissful heights.

by Margaret Bednar, December 11, 2012

This is for The Mag #147.  Check out other peoples "map" poems.

Barn Charm #115 "Jilted"

Jilted

December slants
her golden gaze,
heavy upon somnolent fields,
mumbling a promise
of steadfastness.

My tarnished heart
enjoys her fickle affection,
knowing full well
she'll soon be lured
by another's desire
further south,

leaving me to endure
January's loveless embrace,
her westerly wind caressing
with long frigid fingers.

by Margaret Bednar, 12-3-2012

This is for Barn Charm #115.

IGWRT's - Ink Stained Word List "Gypsy Herb"

Gypsy Herb

Adaptable
as from kitchen garden,
sedentary, you fled

a chthonic fate
of chopped and diced
upon linoleum.

Scattered gypsy-like
to roam 'cross field
and meadow,

wildly nomadic,
you slumber 'neath alabaster
and periwinkle sky,

bedazzle orangey butterflies
with promise of
idyllic, endless peace.

Charmed, I breath in patience,
your magical bohemian spell
ubiquitously fragrant;

a bit of serendipity I share
as arms and wings
in perfect synchronicity

spread toward sacred,
become sisters, rejoice
in your voice of hopeful silence.

by Margaret Bednar, December 11, 2012

This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads "An Ink-Stained Word List".  There were 30 favorite words shared by poets a few days ago and I used 21 of them, including the bonus word "chthonic".  

IGWRT's Sunday Mini-Challenge "Elopement"

©  Daryl Edelstein

Elopement

Most women dream
of a dress alabaster pure,
trumpet shaped Calla lilies,
Pachelbel's Canon in D,
rainbow confetti,
and a prince with which
to live happily ever after.

I dreamt of alabaster legs
covered in sand,
toes rendezvous red,
yellow string bikini,
Emerald Martinis
and a man with which
to paint the town.

We've never regretted it.

by Margaret Bednar, December 9, 2012

This is for Imaginary Garden of Real Toad's "Sunday Mini-Challenge".  Photography prompts are courtesy of Daryl Edelstein.  Her photographs of New York are wonderful!

I had a wedding, not like the one described, but if I could rewind the clock 23 years...

IGWRT Words Count with Mama Zen - "Santa"

Santa,

I've always tried
to be less naughty
more nice,

finish prayers
before asleep I fall,

hold my tongue
knowing I'm right.

So before you check
twice your list

please ponder
the above.

It also wouldn't hurt
to consider

you've never had
a rival

and that I'm feeling
quite entrepreneurial.

by Margaret Bednar,  Dec 7, 2012

This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads -  Words count with Mama Zen.  The challenge is to write a letter to Santa in 50 words or less.  

Friday Flash 55 & Friday Fences "Hungry Like a Wolf"

Hungry like a Wolf

Tethered emotions

struggle for freedom

as I, mesmerized

by your wiggle

hunger to take the plunge, 

risk drowning

for your taste 

upon my tongue.

Don't be prudish.

Throw me a life-line

even if it means 

loosing your head.  

Break the rules;

my reputation as a wolf

is heresay.  Trust me,

darling, I'll be gentle.

by Margaret Bednar, Dec-6-2012

This is for Friday Flash 55 - (supposedly) a non-fiction story in 55 words, no more, no less.  I am also linked with Friday Fences #61.

I have been nursing our dog, Moxie, for the past few days.  Back & forth to the vet ER and bringing my daughter back and forth from school has me a bit behind on visiting blogs.  But I will be backtracking and catching up soon.

My daughter brought her home almost nine years ago and their bond is very tight, very special - this devotion is what has ME in tears.  She has rebounded and is stable.  There is hope.  Her liver numbers were off the charts and they think she has pancreatitis.  The liver is very regenerative and the pancreas can be maintained sometimes.  Time will tell.

IGWRT's - Ella's Post - Oliver Twist "Guess Who?"

GUESS WHO?

I pause upon the sidewalk
admire a Norman Rockwell framed with
flowering dogwood, coralbells, blooming vegetable garden
(that is, if he'd painted house portraits)

my eyes search for
brush strokes of Van Gogh
depicting a spirit, bold
(a perfect blend of charm meets warped)

Gladly sink my feet
upon her canvas, find it complete
with childish laughter
(and a hamster upon the sill)

Tail wagging greets me
ever-painting at a frenzied pace
a scene blissfully domestic
(not a thing out of place)

as baby puppy, all cuteness and charm
leads me to a cozy corner chair
beside a crackling Alizarin fire
(and tales, shelf-lined)

I expected pithy rantings (mixed with sarcasm)
and direct reviews; find the hostess
to be warm, witty, and surprisingly rather long winded!
(lesson: never judge a book by its cover)

by Margaret Bednar,  12-5-2012

This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Ella's Post "Oliver Twist".   We were to write in the style of Charles Dickens (failed terribly) and describe a fellow "toad" of our garden!  Well, you let me know if you know who this is!  :)

IGWRT's Sunday Mini-Challenge, "Moxie"

Moxie

My daughter's heart stolen
by a bit of fluff carried home;
all tongue and puppy ears, chosen
this cuddlesome
pooch, by a small girl, now a young woman.

Her tender heart breaking
to see her companion in pain
by her side, 'tis no mistaking
she will maintain
hugs, kisses, worry, and lots of waiting.

by Margaret Bednar  12-3-2012

This is for IGWRT's "Sunday Mini-Challenge - Rossetti" We are using a format used by poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti.   It is hard for me NOT to be cheesy when being restricted to rhyme and syllable count... Yes, I'm a lazy poetess.

We had to take our 8 year old dog, Moxie, to the vet this weekend.  Hours AND hours later (not to mention $), we find she has pancreatitis and she is still in the doggie ER.  UGH.   it is so hard for me to watch my daughter grieve so...

The Mag #146, "Smitten"

"Object to be Destroyed" by Man Ray

Smitten

I appear
the consummate player,

never letting on
I'm counting

the seconds, minutes,
hours, since you left,

our tempo still sweet
upon my tongue.

I remain silent, as this
would render me pathetic.

by Margaret Bednar,  12-02-2012

For The Mag #146.