The VCFA residency officially began today and here I am already writing poetry. Okay, not “real” poetry, more like thoughts collected in lines and grouped on the fly, resembling poetry.
The opening lecture was by Louise Hawes entitled “Wabi Sabi: the Extraordinary Power of the Ordinary.” Beyond that I will (can?) say little else; you had to be there. But for those of us who were there we engaged in a little exercise where we focused on a neglected object and wrote from the object’s perspective. Again, this just sort of tumbled out.
the blue in the corner
the broad springs that once crossed my belly
have each lost their mooring
unable to redistribute the weight
you placed upon me
you sat in my lap
heard me strain, the pop
surely i should have served you better
or at least through the first year of the warranty
but you would not return me
not to the store
you made excuses that i was too cumbersome to move
that you lost the receipt
and then your attempts to fix me
make me whole
return me to some approximation of what i once was
but i am what i have become~
a broken arm chair with a sunken seat
while you submerge yourself, deeper, lower
i refuse to support you
while you refuse to abandon me
which of us is more stubborn?
Yes, I fully intend to fix this chair when I get home. I do have a plan.