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Monday, April 20, 2015

PO-EMotion #20- Wonder

April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend, and Poet Extraordinaire, Mary Lee Hahn, chooses a theme and writes a poem every day. She blogs and posts at two different places- YEAR OF READING and her fabulous new poetry blog, POETREPOSITORY.

This year's theme is PO-EMOTIONS. Mary Lee promises, "I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem. Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.

Today's emotion is wonder.



"Wonder Bread"

When I was a little girl
we ate Wonder Bread
red, yellow, and blue circles
bounced across the white wrappers
of the two loaves
my mom carefully placed
in the grocery cart
every Saturday

I remember an occasional loaf
of rye or pumpernickel
but pretty much
it was always Wonder Bread
and I savored that doughy blandness
cinnamon toast for breakfast
bologna sandwiches with mustard at lunch
a slice of white on the side of the dinner plate
three times a day for eighteen years

it was not until 
i went away to college
and discovered
the rich brown seediness of whole wheat
that  i wondered
how anything 
so un-wonderful
could have been blessed
with the name 
Wonder Bread.

(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015

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"WONDER Revisited"

A couple of years ago
WONDER was published.
The book was about
a boy named Augie
born with severe facial deformities
homeschooled until he was five
and then enrolled
in public schools

Thousands of teachers
 read this book aloud 
and a whole new 
CHOOSE KIND movement was born
I read that book to my fourth graders
they loved it I and recommended it 
to lots of other teachers

and then I went to Walgreens
one Sunday with my mom
and the clerk was bent over
breaking a roll of coins 
into the the cash register
she stood up to talk to me
and the bottom half of her face 
hung down, not unlike 
a pelican's beak

and i was surprised
and i kept trying to look 
at her beautiful blue-gray eyes
and her smooth-straight 
waist-length brown hair
but I am sure she probably noticed
me trying not to stare
at her drooping jawline

and afterwards
I wanted to go back
and apologize 
for the look on my face
and congratulate her
for being so brave
to get up every morning
and get dressed
and go out into a world
where people probably 
registered that same
shocked surprise
that I did
all day
every day.

(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015






Sunday, April 19, 2015

PO-EMotion #19- Interest



April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend, and Poet Extraordinaire, Mary Lee Hahn, chooses a theme and writes a poem every day. She blogs and posts at two different places- YEAR OF READING and her fabulous new poetry blog, POETREPOSITORY.

This year's theme is PO-EMOTIONS. Mary Lee promises, "I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem. Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.

Today's emotion is interest. 

"Interest"

Squatting beside 
fat pink worms 
on the rain drenched sidewalk
observing as they wriggle grass-ward
so much interest

standing on the sidelines
heads bent over coach's clipboard
game plan x's and o's unfolding
nodding intently
so much interest

watching high school girls 
disembark from the back
of two -door sedans
in short skirts
so much interest

researching the latest music
a soon-to-be released video game
new football gear
the price of an upcoming concert
so much interest

reading a required novel
doing algebra homework
conjugating Spanish verbs
preparing for latest round of standardized tests
not so much interest

(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015



Saturday, April 18, 2015

PO-EMotions #18- Happiness


April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend, and Poet Extraordinaire, Mary Lee Hahn, chooses a theme and writes a poem every day. She blogs and posts at two different places- YEAR OF READING and her fabulous new poetry blog, POETREPOSITORY.

This year's theme is PO-EMOTIONS. Mary Lee promises, "I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem. Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.


"happiness"

my friend
Wendy says
it is
entirely
impossible

to eat
an ice cream cone
without
smiling.

I've tested her hypothesis
many times.

It's definitely true.

(C) Carol Wilcox, 2015


Friday, April 17, 2015

PO-EMotion #17- Sorrow


April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend (and Poet Extraordinaire), Mary Lee Hahn chooses a theme and writes a new poem each day. Mary Lee blogs and posts her poems at two different places- YEAR OF READING and a fabulous new poetry blog POETREPOSITORY.

This year, Mary Lee has chosen the theme, "PO-EMotions." She promises, "This year, I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem." Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.

Today's emotion is sorrow.  

"Sorrow"

Grief's paintbrush sweeps
broad watercolor strokes
across this page of life
pale shades run together
and I wonder
when new beauty
will be created?

(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015



Thursday, April 16, 2015

PO-EMotion #16- Love




April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend (and poet Extraordinaire), Mary Lee Hahn chooses a theme, and writes a poem each day. Mary Lee blogs and posts her poems at two different places- YEAR OF READING and a fabulous new poetry blog POETREPOSITORY.

This year, Mary Lee has chosen the theme, "PO-EMotions." She promises, "This year, I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem." Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.

Today's emotion is love.

"Languages of Love"

That hearts and candy
and flowers love.
I don't know
how to speak that language.

But the buying groceries
and cooking dinner
and helping with algebra homework
and washing uniforms
and sitting in the bleachers
and making pizza runs
for the football team
I know how to do that kind of love.

And the staying up really late
making a tres leche cake
for the social studies potluck
or spending the whole weekend
helping build a museum room diorama
of a twentieth century
African American poet.
I know how to do that kind of love.

The not having dinner with friends
because everyone on the basketball team
is getting brand new matching shoes
and I hadn't planned on that expense
or the working extra jobs
to pay for an apartment,
and groceries and public service bills
I know how to do that kind of love.

The sitting at parent teacher conferences
or suspension hearings
hearing about your inadequacies
and the heart stopping panic
as you lay unmoving on the football field
I know how to do that kind of love.

The telling you that you can't come home
until you straighten up
and get your act together
and be the men
that I know you are capable of being.

That's another language
I don't know how to speak.

(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015



Wednesday, April 15, 2015

PO-EMotion #15- HOPE


April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend (and poet Extraordinaire), Mary Lee Hahn chooses a theme, and writes a poem each day. Mary Lee blogs and posts her poems at two different places- YEAR OF READING and a fabulous new poetry blog POETREPOSITORY.

This year, Mary Lee has chosen the theme, "PO-EMotions." She promises, "This year, I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem." Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.

Today's emotion is hopeMy poem (such as it is) is a found poem. Part of it is from a famous Dickinson poem, part is from some favorite Bible verses, and part is from a favorite hymn.




"Hopehymn"
  
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - 

Faith is the confidence 
in what we hope for 
and assurance 
about what we do not see. 


That perches in the soul – 

We have this hope as 
an anchor for the soul, 
firm and secure.


And sings the tune without the words –
It is well with my soul, 
it is well with my soul 
it is well,
it is well,
with my soul. 

And never stops -

Let us hold unswervingly 
to the hope we profess, 
for He who promised is faithful.

And sings the tune without the words –
It is well with my soul, 
it is well with my soul 
it is well,
it is well,
with my soul. 

And never stops - 
at all.

(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015 



Tuesday, April 14, 2015

PO-EMotion #14- Desire



April is National Poetry Month. Every year, my dear friend (and poet Extraordinaire), Mary Lee Hahn chooses a theme, and writes a poem each day. Mary Lee blogs and posts her poems at two different places- YEAR OF READING and a fabulous new poetry blog POETREPOSITORY.

This year, Mary Lee has chosen the theme, "PO-EMotions." She promises, "This year, I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem." Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.

Today's emotion is  desire.


"Longing"

Living with
unfulfilled desire
is like stepping on 
a shard of glass
at first it protrudes 
and pains regularly
if you pick at it
try to remove it
with fingernails or tweezers 
it hurts worse

soon you learn 
you can avoid the pain
if you do not step 
in certain ways
eventually
a callous grows
and you become accustomed
to the hard bump
on the bottom of your foot

every once in a while
you step wrong
and a stab of pain
shoots heart ward
but most of the time
the desire is just there
causing that constant throb
of endurable
discomfort

(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015