Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Garden of Regret


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Illustrierter Katalog der Münchener Jahresausstellung von Kunstwerken Aller Nationen im königl. Glaspalaste 1890, Ausgabe vom Anfang September, München 1890 (Digitalisat der BSB)



the garden fence
surrounds her heart
each post pointed
a monument

each a mistake in loving
a regret
each with a face painted on it

she walks from post to post
touching the face of each error
feeling its bruise
its color unfold
beneath worn fingers
pinched with time


her face mirrors
each post
as she feels them
squeeze her heart a bit more
the perimeter closing fast

paint brush in hand
she paints each
a shade of gray
more to her liking


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Today, Kim has asked us to think about fences. This is what I came up with. Come join us at Poets United

36 comments:

  1. Oh, this is painful, Audrey....but a very good write. Each fence post a regret with a face painted on it. I hope when these posts are grey they are less hurtful. I feel this one...in my chest....deeply!

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    1. Thank you Mary--this is one of those pieces I think that hurts--

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  2. I love the gradual way in which you build this, until the reader is brought to exactly the same point as the subject of the poem.

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    1. Thank you Rosemary--I took a look at your blogs--they are wonderful!

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  3. Sometimes regrets can become a heavy burden. I wonder, when she turns her back to re-enter her everyday living, if she leaves them there on those fence posts? I would hope so,

    Elizabeth

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  4. Wow what a great analogy with the fence posts. Well done!

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  5. yep gotta paint them gray. hmm any room left to expand her heart or is it all fenced in?

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    1. I'm figuring she makes more room when she paints them gray

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  6. This is very clever -- no, scrub that: it's brilliant. I love it very much. Ingenuity allied to feeling -- a rare combination!

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  7. Loved the imagery of the fence. Very sadly true. I enjoyed this poem a lot.

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  8. dang...felt verse ma'am....each point a mistake she revisits and then paints grey....oy....felt poem....

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  9. How wonderful. I have a bunch of faces--do not ask how many--and though I don't feel them as pinching, I love the idea that, if they did, I could paint them grey or dull or even with moustaches and funny faces! What a lovely narrative, perfectly logical and surreal at once. (I'll be it is worse for those who have a bunch that "got away"--that weren't allowed to be mistakes!)

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    1. Hi Susan--thank you so much for reading this one--funny, how life goes--

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  10. The pacing in this is perfect...this may be the best of your work that I have read. Well done!

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  11. Heartbreaking piece...Adopting a quiet, reflective attitude is common during the final weeks of life....the looming presence of many faces enforce melancholy.
    Brilliant...

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    1. Thank you for reading this one Panchali--I love your work!

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  12. I really liked "she walks from post to post touching the face of each error" - that is such a great phrase. I love everything about this poem.

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    1. Thank you so much for reading this one--I really liked writing it

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  13. This is a wonderful poem, I love the way you build up to her painting "each a shade of gray more to her liking."

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  14. This fascinated me... each post an error. As she touched them, she seemed to relive them, embrace them closer. I wanter to run over with sandpaper and hone each picket, telling her to let them be. The gray will look lovely when the rough edges have been released.

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    1. This is a wonderful way to look at it Kim--and you are spot on--this is how I was thinking about the piece

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  15. Beautiful indeed, Audrey!

    Actually emotions come alive in objects, and when mind is not at peace...they tend to speak volumes.

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  16. Beautiful poem - What a sad fence for someone to have around their heart.

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  17. This is a really original response to the prompt. I felt for the woman and was very relieved when she painted the pickets all gray. Much more soothing!

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  18. I really like this a lot, your imagery is vivid, I can see the fence tightening and the ending was a surprise.

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  19. But the paint peels...I know. Such a beautiful and touching poem. It only goes to show that some men should not be allowed near a fence. After all aren't fences meant to keep trespassers out and aren't people who break hearts trespassing?

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