Tag: Poetry

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Open the Drapes

Charlotte Hamrick

I didn’t want to believe What we believe in those rooms: That we are blessed, letting go, Letting someone, anyone, Drag open the drapes and heave us Back into our blinding, bright lives. ~Tracy K. Smith, exerpt from The Speed of Belief I love Tracy K. Smiths book “Life On Mars” and keep it, along with two or three others, on my bedside table where I can easily find it and read and reread the beautiful words inside. I like this passage. Sometimes we need a little help dragging open the drapes to let in the creative light. This week … Continue reading Open the Drapes

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Tenacity’s Eyebrows

Charlotte Hamrick

Tenacity has salt and pepper eyebrows with a life of their own, his brain runs faster than his mouth, words tumble out falling consonents over vowels, impaling themselves on spikey exclamation points, snagging on commas and dragging ellipses.Tenacity’s eyebrows struggle to keep up with his mouth, each black hair straining against its follicle, eager to run the obstacle course, sprinting over the spikey points and hopscotching through the ellipses, persuing the riotous words but the white hairs, ah, the white hairs lie with confidence cool and calm because they know how Tenacity earned his name and that soon all these … Continue reading Tenacity’s Eyebrows

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Wood Hill

Charlotte Hamrick

I still have your oak leaf pressed in a book between yellowing pages While in the yellowing pages of my memory lyrics still sometimes swirl, “close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there…”, as pages of gleaming metal and bright paint turn, BSA, Triumph, Honda, Suzuki fingertips lightly grazing, hard cherry candy shared between not-quite-touching lips hidden in an overhead compartment of rumpled quilts that smell of miles traveled over sand, desert, high sweet meadows, to red hills and dirt roads lined with pine trees and wide silence You question my loyalty as she lies … Continue reading Wood Hill

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Her Skin Fits Like a Glove

Charlotte Hamrick

she threw away her black stilettos she stopped using eye cream at night her eyebrows went untweezed her eyelashes uncurled she cut her fingernails short and didn’t wear polish she didn’t have her teeth whitened or her hair dyed she shunned tattoos and piercings and cat eye makeup she disappeared into translucence thumbing her nose at the cliff ___________________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub. Continue reading Her Skin Fits Like a Glove

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Writings and Musings

Charlotte Hamrick

April is National Poetry Month and I have let it slip by without a mention on this blog I’ve dedicated to my own poetic attempts. There are so many talented poets out there in internet-land that I’ve had the privledge of reading and I wish I’d had the time and strength to write about them all here, to share their words with you. I wish I had the time to read the work of those who read mine but I only am able to be online in fits and starts – a few minutes here, an hour there. I’m feeling … Continue reading Writings and Musings