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- | === Quotidian* === | + | === New Bones === |
- | The malady of the quotidian...<br> | ||
- | - Wallace Stevens | ||
- | <center> | + | [[image:Poems.New-Bones.jpg]] [[image:Poems.Veritas.jpg]] |
- | [[image:Poems.Bowser.jpg]] | + | |
- | ''Tropical Shade'' by Nancy Bien Souza<br> | + | ''New Bones'' and ''Veritas'' by Lorena Bowser<br> |
- | (Charcoal and Chalk) | + | |
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<pre> | <pre> | ||
- | There is a residue of light and shade | + | Early morning shining on the stones |
- | to be esteemed, I suppose, in beauty poems, | + | Of a rustic washing board, old bones |
- | in spite of the hubris to publish | + | Beneath are buried |
- | them for market share- | + | To the water tap I go again |
+ | To work on the stones | ||
+ | Where Old Bones worked before me | ||
+ | To keep her children freshly dressed | ||
+ | To greet the early morning | ||
+ | I reach to pull out from beneath | ||
+ | The clothes that wait for washing | ||
+ | And as I lift them to the stones | ||
+ | A coral snake, from the folds | ||
+ | Of my own children’s clothes | ||
+ | Falls on my foot | ||
+ | In one split second he is gone! | ||
+ | Then do I react | ||
+ | I run for home in fright | ||
+ | And when I reach the steps | ||
+ | I stop | ||
+ | The snake avoided the disaster | ||
+ | And I, foolish | ||
+ | Late to react | ||
+ | Had to say “Thank you” to the snake | ||
+ | No stranger to old bones | ||
+ | For being wiser in the ways of washday | ||
+ | Than this newcomer at the stones | ||
- | and yet, amid protest from purists, | ||
- | are not these words (even the clever ones | ||
- | that recede to origins of first love) | ||
- | market share themselves? | ||
- | That is if one could break the silence, | + | Lorena Bowser, 2003 |
- | avert denial, quixotic in the face | + | </pre> |
- | of dread-to compose our own retorts | + | |
- | like romantics who have at least one | + | |
- | reader: our lover, our metalepsis | + | === Of Light and Hope === |
- | of light and shade. But silence is a sore | + | |
- | healer affected in the wrong places | + | |
- | to punish the myth we give to others | + | |
- | who come late to sentiment and stop | + | "Light always dispels darkness - dark can never extinguish light<br> |
- | to listen. Be alone together then | + | Of such is hope" |
- | in the residue of light and shade. Never | + | <pre>A huge flag hangs from the curtain rod |
- | mind the malady of the quotidian | + | In the faculty room |
+ | No one is here | ||
+ | A peace sign is glued to the window | ||
+ | It looks out at black | ||
+ | No one there either | ||
+ | What’s the message? | ||
+ | Dark outside | ||
+ | Inside too | ||
+ | I’m OK - I have light | ||
+ | It dispels the dark wall | ||
+ | Worn by the window | ||
+ | I see distant lampposts | ||
+ | Like tiny flying saucers | ||
+ | Suspended in air | ||
+ | To light the night for | ||
+ | Someone I cannot see | ||
+ | Come inside… | ||
+ | My light is brighter | ||
+ | |||
+ | Someone was here | ||
+ | Empty bottles on the table | ||
+ | Chairs askew | ||
+ | Books and magazines in disarray | ||
+ | Come back! | ||
+ | Clean up! | ||
+ | Who do you represent? | ||
+ | Magnetic words from Lilliput | ||
+ | Completely cover | ||
+ | The door of the refrigerator: | ||
+ | “She hears many are willing to stick to right” | ||
+ | “Never do Sanskrit tea” | ||
+ | Teachers of language and civilization, | ||
+ | What are you thinking? | ||
+ | The handwritten sign on the file cabinet says: | ||
+ | LOCK IT! | ||
+ | An oversized clock | ||
+ | Hangs like a Dali painting | ||
+ | From the corner of the bookcase - askew | ||
+ | |||
+ | Looking up, I see | ||
+ | A high, white ceiling, brightly lit | ||
+ | Up there it’s clean | ||
+ | Uncluttered and bright | ||
+ | It says “welcome” | ||
+ | Down here, I don’t want to stay any more | ||
+ | The door is open | ||
+ | I get up | ||
+ | With a wary glance back... strange! | ||
+ | I see on the night-reflecting window | ||
+ | A beautiful pattern shining | ||
+ | Red, green and blue | ||
+ | It reflects from the window covering that shades | ||
+ | From the daylight sun | ||
+ | |||
+ | You can find rainbows anywhere | ||
+ | You only have to look for them | ||
- | rising in its extreme purples in bleak ages | ||
- | of ice and wind and neater mould to confute | ||
- | that our love is original to us, each time, | ||
- | routine-regular and good. | ||
- | Daniel Y. Harris | + | Lorena Bowser, 2002 |
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- | <nowiki>*</nowiki> - Published at Poetry Magazine.com (April 2003) | + | {| border=0 |
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- | '' '''Daniel Y. Harris''' holds a M.DIV from The University of Chicago and is a poet, visual artist and essayist who is a member of the faculty of Lehrhaus Judaica and teaches courses in kabbalah and the literature of Jewish mysticism in the San Francisco Bay Area. In Posse Review, Poetry Magazine.com, Convergence, The Denver Quarterly, Panoply, Shampoo and Deviant Lit are among his publication credits. Work is forthcoming in Muse Apprentice Guild. The Euphrat Museum, The Center for Visual Arts and Dolly Fiterman Fine Arts are among his art exhibition credits.'' | + | '' '''Lorena Bowser''' was born in California, studied languages at the Sorbonne for three years in France, and lived 20 years in Mexico, while working and raising her family. This experience has greatly enriched her outlook on life, inspiring the variety and cultural aspects so evident in her paintings and writings.'' |
+ | ''She is an artist, a poet, an aspiring writer for children, and illustrator and designer of greeting cards.'' | ||
- | '' '''Nancy Bien Souza''' (Tropical Shade: Charcoal and Chalk) is a San Francisco Bay Area artist who has been working on a collection of figure drawings in charcoal, chalk and ink, distinctive in the expressive flow of line. In addition to a career as a visual artist, Nancy is a cellist and holds an MA in performance and pedagogy from the University of Iowa. She performs throughout the Bay Area.'' | + | ''For the past several years she has been able to work in her studio at home, dedicating full time to her art and writing, and has been showing her fine art in Redding and San Francisco. View some of her work at: http://www.mesart.com/lorenasart. '' |
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Current revision
New Bones
New Bones and Veritas by Lorena Bowser
Early morning shining on the stones Of a rustic washing board, old bones Beneath are buried To the water tap I go again To work on the stones Where Old Bones worked before me To keep her children freshly dressed To greet the early morning I reach to pull out from beneath The clothes that wait for washing And as I lift them to the stones A coral snake, from the folds Of my own children’s clothes Falls on my foot In one split second he is gone! Then do I react I run for home in fright And when I reach the steps I stop The snake avoided the disaster And I, foolish Late to react Had to say “Thank you” to the snake No stranger to old bones For being wiser in the ways of washday Than this newcomer at the stones Lorena Bowser, 2003
Of Light and Hope
"Light always dispels darkness - dark can never extinguish light
Of such is hope"
A huge flag hangs from the curtain rod In the faculty room No one is here A peace sign is glued to the window It looks out at black No one there either What’s the message? Dark outside Inside too I’m OK - I have light It dispels the dark wall Worn by the window I see distant lampposts Like tiny flying saucers Suspended in air To light the night for Someone I cannot see Come inside… My light is brighter Someone was here Empty bottles on the table Chairs askew Books and magazines in disarray Come back! Clean up! Who do you represent? Magnetic words from Lilliput Completely cover The door of the refrigerator: “She hears many are willing to stick to right” “Never do Sanskrit tea” Teachers of language and civilization, What are you thinking? The handwritten sign on the file cabinet says: LOCK IT! An oversized clock Hangs like a Dali painting From the corner of the bookcase - askew Looking up, I see A high, white ceiling, brightly lit Up there it’s clean Uncluttered and bright It says “welcome” Down here, I don’t want to stay any more The door is open I get up With a wary glance back... strange! I see on the night-reflecting window A beautiful pattern shining Red, green and blue It reflects from the window covering that shades From the daylight sun You can find rainbows anywhere You only have to look for them Lorena Bowser, 2002
Lorena Bowser was born in California, studied languages at the Sorbonne for three years in France, and lived 20 years in Mexico, while working and raising her family. This experience has greatly enriched her outlook on life, inspiring the variety and cultural aspects so evident in her paintings and writings. She is an artist, a poet, an aspiring writer for children, and illustrator and designer of greeting cards. For the past several years she has been able to work in her studio at home, dedicating full time to her art and writing, and has been showing her fine art in Redding and San Francisco. View some of her work at: http://www.mesart.com/lorenasart. |