old work for a new age

In the hopes of making time for this blog again I thought I would give you an old poem of mine I never feel is finished. I've revised it several times over, been told by professors that it is done and by literary magazines taht it doesnt make any sense.
enjoy, criticise, the floor is yours.



The similarities between turtles                                                  Was the old woman
&Tequila-lollipops                                                                    who swallowed a fly
                                                                                                (perhaps she’l die)
a cautionary tale to children not to eat bugs? Stevens read the dictionary, digesting
geniuses of crows for poem. I too should read the white pages to name you better.
My palette was situated with lemon, ocher, cadmium, alizarin, altra-marine and vermilion,
all other colors were illegal. I have kept a promiscuous purple.
She said she could contemplate with Matisse’s “Woman Before and Aquarium” forever, but the doors locked at five. The act akin to brushing fine gold hair ‘til one day you’re bald. An eighty-year-old man told me not to take life too seriously. The mealworm was at the center of the sucker, and I wondered if the nerve to eat it would come once I got there.

MIA

Dear Reader,

I'm sorry for going MIA on many fronts.  As I sit with endless information (and miss information) at my fingertips, I am amazed at how quickly one can become disheartened.  I have asked, because I have been trained to ask "What is the place of poetry in our modern lives?"  This is the question that has set my pen on fire and also burnt me out, singed bits of my personality escaping never to join me again.  Today as I looked for volunteer positions that might give me skills to work in writing I found many blogs worth following which led me here.  Oh here, where ever I am, somehow forgetting the endless resources left to me. 

Dear Chicago,

I am sorry I have been ignoring you, keeping to the frugal corners of my apartment.  I will do better dear to follow you in your loud parade in my pursuit of poetry.  The blogs, the projects, the journals of others including: The Poetry Foundation, Neighborhood Writing alliance and their Journal of Ordinary Thought, Logan Square Literary Review and so many others, all worth inspiring art through art. 

This week’s goal

To attend at least on poetry base event.

Best

-Hadley