Broken (2006) fabricglass textile art by Maria L. Berg
Today’s prompts inspired me to pull one of the pieces I made after Hurricane Katrina out of the closet and take some pictures of it. The place in the space between the two figures represents a playhouse and a greenhouse separated by an entire country.
Blogging A to Z
Since today has a theme of place and space, I found some musical terms with that theme in mind for my “B” words:
Busker – a person who plays music on the street
Baffle – A free hanging acoustical sound absorbing unit. Normally suspended vertically in a variety of patterns to introduce absorption into a space to reduce reverberation and noise levels.
Bailecito – small dance
NaPoWriMo
Prompt: “write a poem about a specific place — a particular house or store or school or office.”
The resource for today led me to an interesting website Poets House. Since my internet was too slow to load the PDF recommended, I explored what else the website offered and was happy to discover Poetry Trading Cards which they paired with archived readings by the poets on the cards. What a great idea. Maybe later, in the middle of the night when all of my neighbors are asleep, my internet will work better and I can enjoy the Digital Chapbook Collection. It looks wonderful.
PAD Challenge
Prompt: write a space poem
Today, the two prompts fit together, in my mind, which creates a nice theme.
The poem
Finally, A Place of Bounty
The big house
an imagined paradise
made prison by heartbreak and circumstance
long before mandated isolation
With a beautiful view
now masked by clouds
fickle weather creates an excitement
that doesn’t deter mating water foul
Hail bounces off the grass
its black patches of dead moss
blemishes to evidence Dad’s last visit
surrounded by early dandelions and heather
Since my tragic arrival so long ago
I have saved this place from self-destruction
by tree root-blocked septic, rusted water heater,
spraying pipes that give up, so much water
As if my drowning
could manifest in a house
But now, as the world joins me
I want for nothing
I open a closet and find
the fun and forgotten
I haven’t hoarded; I can’t afford it
But what I hid from myself surprises
Experience Writing 
Your poem is so real and vulnerable. Yea, Shuku is right; goosebumps.
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It inspires me to know that my words affect you. Thank you.
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As if my drowning
could manifest in a house
That gave me goosebumps. It’s such a vivid image, and the entire poem just paints such a picture. AND YOUR ARTWORK. IT’S SO GORGEOUS. ❤ The colours!
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Thank you. I really appreciate that you like that piece of art. I haven’t looked at it for so long, but so many people on the news are comparing current events to Hurricane Katrina that it felt like it was time to look at it. Today, I liked it, too.
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