Tag: Poems

My Poetry4 Comments

Mamma and Granny

Charlotte Hamrick

I’ve written many poems about my mother in the past few years but they’re all about her time in ICU before she died in 2012. It was a sorrowful, stressful time and I tend to write more when I’m melancholy. I was looking through them to find one to post today for Mothers Day but they’re all sad except for this one. It’s short (my preferred form) but it refers to a basic truth that I only recognized after her death. Dowser   You were the divining rod of my life long before I even knew you, when I was … Continue reading Mamma and Granny

My Poetry, Photography6 Comments

New Poetry in CPR

Charlotte Hamrick

I Big thanks to Barry Basden and Camroc Press Review for publishing four of my poems. I’m honored to be a part of this respected journal, especially since this is the last year CPR will be in publication. Please do go over there and enjoy the fine work in it’s pages while you can! The photo is of the courtyard at Tableau. I spent yesterday afternoon in the French Quarter with my friend, Sandy, where we attended the one-woman play “The Waltz by Dorothy Parker” and meandered around taking photos. It was a great day with beautiful, balmy, sunny weather … Continue reading New Poetry in CPR

About Writing, Books, Poetry, Random8 Comments

I will never,ever,ever

Charlotte Hamrick

have a tidy coffee table like you see in those chichi design magazines. Mine is always covered with books, magazines, DVD’s, CD’s, iPad, journal and, at various times, dog biscuits, remote controls, plates of crumbs and cups of half-finished tea. I love the minimal look of a coffee table with only an object or two but that will never happen here for more than a few minutes when I dust and put things away. I need my books and reading material close by.  The book you see there, “New Orleans Style”, will be reviewed here soon. I hope. I intend.  … Continue reading I will never,ever,ever

Morning Meditation, Photography2 Comments

Morning Meditation 12/6/14

Charlotte Hamrick

Often we don’t notice happiness, Ordinariness makes it hard to embrace. Pay attention, connect with the moment. Quality is found in everything. ———————————— This bit of thought was inspired by the following text by Pema Chodron: WE can learn to rejoice in even the smallest blessings our life holds. It is easy to miss our own good fortune; often happiness comes in ways we don’t even notice. It’s like a cartoon I saw of an astonished-looking man saying, “What was that?” The caption below read, “Bob experiences a moment of well-being.” The ordinariness of our good fortune can make it … Continue reading Morning Meditation 12/6/14

New Orleans, Poetry21 Comments

Defenseless Anatomy

Charlotte Hamrick

Come out upon my seas Cursed missed opportunities Am I a part of the cure? Or am I part of the disease? — “Clocks” by Coldplay Defenseless Anatomy And I’m there in the shadows of the sun, the humid air curling the hair on the nape of my neck, your hands curled around my waist as the wind ruffles the wild grass around our ankles. Us, caught in moments that passed so quickly never to be played the same way again. Was it part of the cure? The long weeks that ripped the skin of our intimacy? Maybe the disease … Continue reading Defenseless Anatomy