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Resisting the Ground - Barbara Blanks
RESISTING THE GROUND
Prize Winning Poems
by Barbara Blanks
Copyright 2019 by Barbara Blanks
All Rights Reserved
No part of this book may be reproduced in any way without written permission from the author, except for reviewers who may quote brief passages in a review.
ISBN 978-0-359-67793-1
The author may be contacted at:
barbarablanks@aol.com
Website:
www.barbara-blanks.com
My thanks to all the judges
of so many different contests
in so many different states
who chose my poems as winners.
Unbounded Journal
Life begins
as a blank page,
one filled with
potential and possibilities.
It is written on line by line,
printed or in script;
elaborate calligraphy
or rapidly scribbled;
usually difficult to read or understand.
Large and loose,
tiny and cramped,
average or fancy …
everyone writes on his page.
Sometimes the page is crumpled,
adding texture and character;
sometimes it is torn
and raggedly taped back together;
often it is cut short …
for life is not written in ink
but in pencil—
and easily erased.
Synthetic Citizenry
a kind of plucking from the memorious air
Idyll Persuasion
These moments pass like pickets in a fence,
they flicker light and dark. The breezy leaves
and waving grass caress your skin, so thoughts
of Eden drift across my mind, though not
as pure as Eve was just before the fall.
This rill is knitting strands of silver threads.
We dabble toes in icy water, gasp
in thrill of sharp surprise, while pasture glows
with green, with gold, with sheep as vestal white
as lilies. See how border collies, dark
as wolves before the door, do not lose sight
of what’s important, marking time before
they make their moves. Like they, I will not rush
to gather you within my arms, corral
your lithesome figure, shear away reserves.
Your lustrous hair gleams golden in the sun.
Its silken waves flow over me, awash
with fragrant clover, tempting me to stroke
its sleekness. Lips as pink as blushing cheeks
beguile me. Mouth this plump and moist must taste
as sweet as honeyed mead, so—first I’ll drink,
then let my fingers flutter as they graze,
and set the pasture of your skin aflame.
Blank verse
Charon Carries On About His Job
Seriously, what was my mother thinking?
My name means fierce brightness,
yet I’ve always lived in darkness—at least,
it seems that way. Like—I used to play
with the Fate sisters, and they made me
their beast of burden—so to speak.
Clotho spun the thread of life, Lachesis
measured its length, and Atropos lopped it off—
leaving me to haul away the dead body,
be it bug or bird or worm. I never thought
I’d wind up hauling dead people.
I don’t mind. It’s a job—someone has to do it—
but I’m not the Grim Reaper, for Thor’s sake.
Really, all that weeping and wailing
by the dead is so tiresome. It helps that Hermes—
he brings me the souls—is such a practical joker.
Sometimes he takes the passage fees from mouths
and hides them in other orifices. Too funny.
Of course, if someone doesn’t have the fare,
I fling him overboard, but—
Hey, not even in death
does one get something for nothing.
Rules are rules.
Anyway, easy gig for me. I ferry the dead
down the river Styx to Hades.
It’s not a long trip, but …
it probably seems like an Eternity
to my passengers.
Death Devours All Lovely Things
On the white shroud that clothes the lofty peak
the heavens stretch fair and sad like some great sheet
of lost, imperial music, played when fair
earth in her flame-woven vesture is drowsy with heat,
unseen, unknown, and greet as angels greet.
A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs,