Third week of summer, and the first time I have the time to blog for my audience. It was a rough three weeks. I had just gotten through with school and stress when I was given the news that a dear friend and mentor had passed away, the very night I had talked with him on the phone. This last week has been full of mourning and a funeral, and also the graduation of my little sister from her high school. Robert Frost said, “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” I was reminded of this quote frequently throughout the two very different ceremonies I attended.
The blog for this weekend was very much a blog of chance. Coincidence that I had downloaded the app “StumbleUpon” on my android and that I chose the fine arts category. Coincidence that I flipped through the links and found a very interesting site of vintage jewelry and that I decided instead of writing one poem about just one object, I would write a poem about each object in a continuous pattern. The poem is at best a random mishmash of lines — some of them corny, others unexpected and interesting.
It was, in a sense, a constructed challenge of my own devise. Shopping is so therapeutic, but making a poem out of a listed shopping page is far more constructive I think. I may attempt this construction of poems again as it still celebrates an art form, just on a consumer’s level. Click the picture to enjoy the site’s content. Enjoy!
Unexpected Expectancy A penny farthing ticks away As a message in a bottle looses its way. The deer gallops in sprinting fashion As the pocket watch necklace ticks backwards. An airplane with paper wings Flies around the compass rose On fishing tackle string While sand trickles up the hourglass. Watches stand still, frozen in fear Of the dachshund sniffing curiously at its gears The white rabbit trumpets the warning and Arrowheads are found in piles of rundown pasts. Cat ears adorn the brass knuckles of a thin Fisted fighter as she loses her upward direction. Falling south of fame, past the harbor where Anchors collide in ruin amongst broken seashells. Deer watch feathers fall from the soaring birds That whip in tandum with knuckle bumps As the collide in high five fashion, fortune cookies tell sweet lies. Foxes curl about fingers, worrying their tails As the shadows linger longer the sun blocked by Large sails, while coke-bottle glasses hang Off a girl who is wrapped in wire. Chiefs whisper in deaf ears as the silver bow Promises are broken when Alice drinks the potion The glass rims break on the filigreed feathers Of the owl gone mad, as Alice calls the Red Queen’s bluff. Metal bows rust and zippers break off a locked Cabinet jewelry box while flowers are forever In their deathly bloom. 25 $ certificates help consume The product line, buy me something will you? Linda K. Strahl Editor’s Note: Linda K Strahl is a transfer student from University of Wisconsin- La Crosse, where she was studying Archaeology and minoring in Creative Writing. She came to Lewis University in Fall of 2010 to major in Creative Writing. After participating in the production of two plays at Phillip Lynch Theater she has become an enthusiastic dramaturg, and is contemplating a career as a researcher and playwriter.