Diary of the Soft World
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Diary of the Soft World, by poet Carol L. Hatfield, offers a series of deeply personal verses spanning many years and several genres. Some of the poems are written with children in mind while remaining accessible to all ages. Others are an expression of what emerges from heritage and DNA. Ancestry speaks loudly, as do ancestors, and when their voices reach a certain decibel level, the poet has no choice but to express them. Many of these poems are words from Earth, and Hatfield feels honored to have been able to interpret them. Taken as a whole, this collection of poetry invites you to seek something new within yourself.
Twilight (a cinquain)
Twilight -
listen as the
birds begin auditions
and watch as each star radiates
applause
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Diary of the Soft World - Carol L. Hatfield
HATFIELD
Copyright © 2019 Carol L. Hatfield.
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DEDICATIONS
For my love, Gary.
To Kirk, for giving me a push and a bit of courage. More than once.
For my mom, Judith, my sister, Tiffany, my nieces, Lauren and Emily, and in memory of my dad, Lowell.
For my dear friends who believe in me.
With my thanks to Alice Friman, who encouraged me to continue writing.
INTRODUCTION
This collection of poems represents work spanning several years, and a few genres.
For a writer, wordplay is a part of you, something that you feel you must do. But I quit writing for a period of time. Then my good fortune to serve as a children’s program coordinator in a library led me back into writing, and writing children’s poetry, as well as teaching poetry to children. Some of the poems in this book are those that I have written for kids, but they are accessible to all ages. Others are an expression of that which emerges from heritage, from DNA. Ancestry speaks loudly, as do ancestors. And when their voices reach a certain decibel level, well, you have no choice but to express them. I’m proud of who I am and from where I came. Many of the poems are words from Earth, and I am honored to have been able to interpret them.
As you read these pages, perhaps you will come to know me. Perhaps you will come to know yourself on a different level. When you see through someone else’s eyes, doors and windows fly open. The view is refreshing and enlightening.
You must read poems in order to write them. Over the years I have been strongly influenced by the marvelous imagery and beautiful words of such authors as Naomi Shihab Nye, Wallace Stevens, Mary Oliver, e.e. cummings, Emily Dickinson, the songs and writings of the First Nations.
Poems are very personal. These poems are me. Thank you for reading them. I hope you will find yourself somewhere in them, too.
FOUR GYRFALCONS
Four Gyrfalcons
came down
from the far north
bringing their words
with them:
sharp
white
wind
silence.
The Audubon book said
rare
magnificent
memorable
in orbit
of each other -
a flurry
of secrets and beauty . . .
That was the night
the moon
rose
on eight unforgettable
wings
STARS
We are made of starstuff.
-Carl Sagan
If you
focus
on one promising
patch
of sky
they will
appear –
silent call
and response
They will always
respond
Not indifferent
they are
awestruck –
contemplating
how it feels
to walk
speak
breathe….
and view
themselves
through the prism
of a soul
HAIKU
Autumn migration –
Monarch asleep
on the
pine bough
Lost Moon
just behind the wind -
night is over . . .
Vulture
spiraling lower into
her own shadow . . .
TAO OF SOUND
Do you see
that sound?
silver
rivulets -
music
sprinkling
out of open windows
chatter of girls -
blue feathers
fluttering
down
an empty stairwell
that purple round
rubber
ball - laughter
bouncing
wall
to wall into
vacant rooms
I dreamed I was
the hollow corridor
not doing
not thinking
plain walls
washed
with a thousand colors of sound . . .
TWILIGHT (A CINQUAIN)
Twilight -
listen as the
birds begin auditions
and watch as each star radiates
applause
LAST WORDS OF THE LAST LION OF THE SKELETON COAST (AFRICA)
Realize that I am
the last one.
I’ll carry the salt-spray,
the cool gritty sand
and the taste of seal meat
with me –
as a comfort
as memory…
do ghosts keep memories?
I hope the ocean
will speak
for me
with words as large as mine…
GUITAR
I have a first
name
and this
is my second –
a name
shaped in wood
and string
that holds secrets
of where
and when
and how
it came to be
the why
is so that I
could discover
those secrets
and unlock
them
and give us both
a voice
SNOWFALL FOR THE WINTER SOLSTICE
a storm of
Butterflies
all white
not pulled
by gravity
but drawn
to whatever it is
that sounds
like music
to them
- wind
water
the hum of feet
and busy minds
and when they
make landfall
they speak
in soft
syllables
thousands of words
stacked
one
on another
so achingly gentle
that we are shocked
into
quietude
and the stunning
weight
of this moment….
STONE
We forget the importance
of stones –
their strength
and quiet presence how they echo
the shower of stars
in the sky
Collect stones
notice their color
shape the comfort
of their weight
in your hand
At one time humans understood
‘stone’
they spoke its bubbly language
invoking the spirit inside -
revealed as blade bead
and monument
Stones are magic
listen they will hum
they’ll sing stories
of the living the breathing
tales from a span of seasons
we cannot fathom
A diary of the soft world
they hold
shell leaf feather and bone
cupped
in perfect
slumber…
APPALOOSA SPRING
my mare without
shoes
contacts
earth . . .
and celebrates
with a blossom
of color
and a delicate
dance
of arcs
and speed
teaching me to be a loop
in the wind
A-LA-S-GI-DA (DANCE)
Our
names
are recorded
in the soles of our feet -
syllables
from the mouth
of the arch
the toes
the full belly of the heel
In the circle
of dance
listen as the legends
let fly
their thousand
tongues
loosed again -
roar of spirits
remembering
remembering
the dance
the dance . . .
Across the valley floor
horses write a hundred words