IGWRT's Mary's Mixed Bag "Betrayal"

Betrayal

A lenten rose,
head bent, ashamed,
silently mourns betrayal,

my unrepentant tongue
still swooning, creamy decadence
savored, slowly melting,

as I walk the garden path, hidden,

sin's wrapper placed between
devout words of reflection
and penance within my purse.

by Margaret Bednar, March 16, 2013

This is linked with Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Mary's Mixed Bag.  The challenge is to imagine you are holding a bag with contains one object which can heal, one that can harm.  Only identify the two objects through touch, texture, shape-recognition and imaginative exploration.    For a further explanation, click on the link.

This was done late night and quickly, but this is also an excuse as I found this exercise extremely hard! Do you know the two items that were in my purse?

IGWRT's Mary's Mixed Bag "Letting Go"

Letting Go

Yesterday and tomorrow
are acquainted with today,

where youth stands
with feet firmly planted

watching destiny gallop forward,
apathetic of bygone days;

and I, aged and wise,
watch yesterday's ripples
interplay about my feet,

realize how unpredictable,
dreams can be.

My hand grasps her wrist
warning of my fears,

but she, entranced with the sunrise
doesn't turn toward me,
resists the connection,

and I let go,
as all mothers must.

by Margaret Bednar 12-30-2012

This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "Mary's Mixed Bag - Connection".  I will be back tonight to read and enjoy visiting all of your  poems and posts!  I'm a bit behind - these kids are keeping me hopping (wish I could say young).

IGWRTR's - Pet Peeves, "Survival"

Survival

A hard head,
a harder hand;

a youth's mind
shaped by blinders
of an older generation.

Breath slowly, keep quiet,
retreat inside,
find the light within
and don't let go.

Sometimes it's the only way
to survive.


by Margaret Bednar, 10-27-2012


This is linked with "Imaginary Garden With Real Toad's - Pet Peeves".  This is probably way more than a pet peeve, but it is what came to mind.  I don't like parents who insist their children must think the way they do on all issues.  I hate when I see prejudices carried on because they were taught at a young age ... I guess that is the nature of many families, but I have tried to raise my children to share their point of view in a respectful way (bring examples, facts, experiences),  and I am supposed to remain the same... which is not always easy...

  

IGWRT's Mary's Mixed Bag "Seeking"

Seeking

I hesitate, iron gate ajar,
lift my eyes toward Grandfather,
seek guidance, wisdom,

but his eyes are hazy,
faraway;

hinges squeak
in protest as slowly, heavily
I walk back
one step at a time.

pray a blessing
some day will come my way.



by Margaret Bednar   9.22.12


This is a beautiful gate from Biltmore Estates.  A truly stunning place that was built by George Vanderbilt and completed in 1895.  (If you click the link there is a short video of this "wonder".   I took a tour of the 250 room home and they assure us the servants were well treated.  But, the work and toil these women did was daunting to me .... my voice in this poem is of a young woman who, perhaps, dreams her lot in life was a bit different.

Grandfather mountain is a peak in the Pisgah mountain range, which Vanderbilt owned and sold to the Government and is now a National Forest.  The Blue Ridge Parkway is one of my favorite places to visit.

I have linked this with Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's  - Mary's Mixed Bag - Fences. 

IGWRT's-Mary's Mixed Bag & Poetry Jam "I Live Within"

I love to daydream in a flower garden.  Where do you like to daydream?

Would you like to hear this poem read to you by my son?


Check this out on Chirbit
I Live Within

I live within a rev'rie, dance
to Mozart's symphonies and chance
to spread my wings and fly afar
upon imagination's star.

Of truth and knowledge, fine romance
until with jealousy, askance
does dogma take a jealous stance
and cleave and claw a bright red scar!
I live within.

Embrace I must the world and prance
and place a dream's hypnotic trance
upon the minds of those who are
so limited by judgement's glare.
To miracles!  To truth's advance!
I live within.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, July 13, 2012

This rondeau poem (click on following link for specific rhyming pattern) is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "Mary's Mixed Bag" AND Poetry Jam: Daydreaming.

My son pointed out a "fix".  Reverie did not work with the "count" for a rondeau, so I borrowed from Shakespeare (can't go wrong there, right? :)  (Reverie: daydream)

Believe it or not, Albert  Einstein was a daydreamer and considered that and perseverance his greatest assets.  (click for his QUOTES on daydreaming and similar things)  My poem is what I think he would like us all to do... embrace not just what WE know, but embrace the world so our knowledge, our truth, can expand!

A quote from him I love is:  "If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales.  If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales."  I used the word "fancy" because it fit the rhythm of my structured poem.

What kind of daydream is kitty having in this "secondhand" bookstop?  

IGWRT's Mary's Mixed Bag - "I Promise"

Image courtesy of Google Images

I Promise

God Almighty
I'll never let go
of the stars

I'll make each day count
learn to take life
as a gift

won't give up,
no matter what happens,
no matter how hopeless.

I'll never let go.

I won't wait to die,
wait to live,
wait for absolution.

I'll learn to take life
as it comes,
make each day count.

I got everything I need
right here inside me.
I'll never let go.

I promise.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, April 21, 2012

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This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Mary's Mixed Bag - Let's Go to the Movies"

Of course, these are lines selected from Titanic which I saw only twice.  Once back in 1997 when if first came out and last night.  I was SO overwhelmed with emotion seeing it last night... I would suggest anyone who hasn't seen it or hasn't seen it in a long time to go see it on the big screen!  I'm "dragging" my husband next weekend to the IMAX version.  He is dreading it, calling it a "chick flick" but I bet he will change his mind... I even bet he will get choked up at the end.

As of now, though, he would be VERY happy to see this 5 second "guys" version:

If you have trouble understanding the line (I had to watch it three times to get it) it is:

"...but the ship can't sink!"

IGWRT's Mary's Mixed Bag - "The Scryer"

The Scryer

My little Nostradamus peers trance-like
into his own mirror of Galadriel
visions reflected for but a moment
before he's off throwing
a pebble into another scrying pool
changing the color, ebb, and flow
of nature's Magic 8-Ball
of fate once again.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, March 24, 2012

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This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Mary's Mixed Bag Friday, theme: "Poetry of the Ordinary"
Hop on over and take a look at numerous imaginative creations to this prompt!

I have also linked this to "Magpie Tales #122".

Scrying - a  magic practice of seeing things physically in a medium (cyrstal, stone, mirror, water, fire, smoke)

Nostradamus - A famous 16th century scryer.

Mirror of Galadriel - a basin filled with water in which one may see visions of the past present and future, appearing in The Lord of the Rings.

IGWRT's - Mary's Mixed Bag - "The Game"

Photo courtesy of Google Images

The Game

As you look her way,
admire her curves,
her laugh,

the old game begins.

I hide quivering lips,
flushed cheeks,
unshed tears
behind a painted mask
unspoken words understood:

"I bought absolution
with a 10 carat ring
upon your finger
to love and cherish

whom I please."

You thrust a bourbon
into my hand, whisper
"You need the burn".

You are right,
but I need three
before vindictiveness
replaces vulnerability.

Pressing my body
towards another,
I find security
laughing as I twist
your cold love
around my finger
and think

"You'll never part
with your true passion!

Money."

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, January 27, 2012

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This poem has been rewritten (HERE is the original) for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads "Mary's Mixed Bag".  The challenge is to write conversation into a poem.  I hope a conversation with oneself works for this prompt.  Pondering this challenge I recalled a true relationship - a woman I knew who turned a blind eye to her rich husband's vert public philandering.  She KNEW, but didn't want to give up the lifestyle...