What Goes on in the Hall
"Standing"
Who looks
at the new straw
hat, remembering
Grandma,
how she beat
brazen rays each
day by sneaking
under a brim
like that. And who
notices the wrought
iron roses now
hung askew
on our cherry
coat rack; she
wrung pits
out of red fruit
too, swatted flies,
rolled tart sweet
flesh, juice into
crust, but that is
another story;
I am asking you
about the roses,
broken, and a
missing screw,
but you are busy
arranging tailored
black wool on
a cool hook worn
brass blue; we're
just in the hall
after all, we're just
passing through.
New poetry prompt: You guessed it. We're in the hall now. Even if you have no hall, there's a poem in that too. Please post your offering by Thursday, August 13, and leave your link here in the comment box, for possible feature and definite links at High Calling Blogs.
Brass Roses on the Rack, photo by L.L. Barkat.
Labels: house poems, poetry, random acts of poetry
posted by L.L. Barkat at 3:43 PM
28 Comments:
Your words walked pictures through my eyes. Satisfying poem.- marja
First visit.
From J at getting down with...
So impressed.
And challenged.
Sweet dreams.
Your hall sounds so much more interesting than mine :)
I just put up my living room poem, now to pass through that hall...
Oh boy.
I think I'm going to pass out. ... I'm still recovering from my attempt in the living room.
Have I told you lately that YOU ROCK???
:-)
I think I'll loiter in your hall ... and ignore mine altogether.
Wow. Whoa. Slow me down, re-read, pass through a bit more attentively....
Okay. The kitchen and the living room didn't inspire me. The hall did. Thanks, L.L.!
Game of Life
the cramped hallway.
perfect space for
game: Balloon Volleyball
close all doors.
hit. slam. dive.
keep it afloat.
whatever you do
please don't fall.
mmm...hall poems. I have a different poem up today, not one of mine though.
Also, i tagged you in a meme this morning!
I haven't participated in this before, but hallways have such promise. I may have to try my hand.
You see well and tell it maybe even better.
Can I learn what happened to the roses?
Megan... love that raucous poem!
Sam... your guess is as good as mine. Who knows, who ever really knows what happened to the roses...
my poetry is stunted these days: i start and find that i cannot find the conclusion. it seems i am full of unfinished ideas these days, plentiful with becoming and possibility. could the hall be such a place?
really liked this
"we're
just in the hall
after all, we're just
passing through."
This struck my heart - I don't want to live my life with this line whispering in my head!
You have served up a difficult challenge :0)
L. L., you are so giving - your free words.
I'll write one. I plan to anyway. I guess that means I should say, "Lord willing."
Well well, LL, This must be my favorite poem of yours so far.
I had a TON of fun in the hall:
http://mybigthree.highcallingblogs.com/2009/08/10/shoe-rack
Thank you!!!!
Monica
My hallway poem: http://www.heatheragoodman.com/content/hallways
For once I've followed prompting. A looooong, rambling piece (like its theme) about hallway: http://alivening.blogspot.com/2009/08/asphalt-halls.html
Your poem is amazing, as usual! Here is my hall submission...
http://mom2six-treasures.blogspot.com/2009/08/rap-connecting.html
Here it is: A Hall Gathering
http://therunamuck.com/2009/08/12/a-hall-gathering/
My hall...
http://aspiretoleadaquietlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hall.html
Your hall...wow.
These are my hallowed halls. Perhaps a new slant on living prayer...
L.L., I love your poem...conjures images and I can see them, hear them. What a challenge...the hall! I did finally post one.
i'm not of this league,
so i do not pretend,
usually just lurk
in corners, licking
my fingers with all your honeyed words,
but the hall,
the hall,
i just had to stammer.
http://www.aholyexperience.com/2009/08/read-writing-on-wall.html
wish i had tasted your grandmother's pies...
sweet as your words.
love, l.l.,
a
L.L.
I hope there is still time to include my hall poem, which is really a foyer , which is really a dance stage.
thanks
http://forsakenforlent.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-hall-presents.html
Thanks, L.L. My hall is currently filled with boxes still from our recent move. Not ideal, but it's its own kind of grace, I suppose.
http://evenifiambeingpoured.blogspot.com/2009/08/hall-hell-redemption.html
Under the wire? Just posted my hall tour...
your new buttons are oh, so glam.
and you preach to me every time your write! shall I call you pastor Barkat?
Talk about really under the wire. It is 11:51 p.m. I wrote this poem last night, but wanted to add photos of my hall (perhaps I feared my words were inadequate). Alas, complications have prevented the photo accompaniament.
Anyway, you can read my hall poem at http://ofbooksandboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-corner-of-now-and-then.html
Thanks for letting me join the fun.
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