Gaining Purchase
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In Gaining Purchase, the poems attempt to reflect on the everyday lives and experiences of women, men, and children; the beautiful, sensual, difficult, and harsh realities of life; and how we each learn from what we experience and, through our constant adjustment and balance, try to gain a solid foothold throughout our lives.
Based on her life experiences as a daughter, mother, partner, educator, and volunteer, with graduate degrees in Education and Counselling, Patricia Davenport draws on her life in New England and her Polish ancestry to paint poetic images. Her poetry reveals that while life oftenseems to be about striving to gain purchase and can be difficult and harsh, it is not always so. Life also has its times of joy, playfulness, sensuality, humor and achievement.
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Gaining Purchase - Patricia Makarewicz Davenport
I
Voyeur
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Today I stop, to watch
my elderly neighbor
hang out his white socks.
He bites a wooden
clothespin between dry lips.
Sun moistens his bare chest.
He pulls each sock firmly,
trying to stretch it
back to full length.
He does not hear my sigh.
ANTECEDENT
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Through my open window
the silence
of snow.
Then,
a call for holding
across
the February morning.
Ganged male redwings
return to divide the marsh.
Flashes of scarlet
slash,
Blackwingfeathers lifted in flight.
A cry
for awakening
to warmth,
the female
soon to return.
Firsts
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Yes, in ’65, we were in free fall.
Danang, our country’s first deployment.
Three thousand five hundred men,
the collective, yes, to a tribal call.
Undressing, we were shy
before our first tentative yes
of innocent consent.
Our youthful pause before
war, the draft, conflict.
We found a place to hide.
Listening to WNNI radio
I whispered, No news. No war,
turning the off switch
as city lights moved outside.
Listening to Etta James sing Loving Arms
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If only you could see me now.
No,
that is not my want.
Not see me
as present tense.
I mean
if
you
could have seen me then
as yes.
If only your,
"I see
You,
Love,"
were shouted
out across the fields.
If,
as I was just saying,
you could have seen me
as you held me laughing
almost climbed inside me
with your monkey hugs,
that pressure felt even now.
I drive drift listen
to Etta sing Loving Arms
as I feel you again, a monkey on my back,
and I want to ask
did you see me
then?
Devil’s Wire
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"You go first.
I’ll hold up the wire. Crawl under, careful,
now you hold for me."
Once beyond the barbed wire fence,
we stand in autumn tall grass
looking off toward Camel’s Hump.
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The old red wool picnic blanket we spread
is tattered along its hand-sewn edges.
Local sheep’s wool, we always say: pride of ownership,
a keeper, ours now.
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Leaning back,
I study the scar where the
maple tree holds embedded barbed wire
half a foot deep.
Time measured by inches.
I think, how many years since someone stapled steel to her outer bark?
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The Devil’s rope land ownership
fencing out and in
framing
Locke’s question:
Does anyone own land?
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Sharp wire strung to cut any animal attempting to pass through.
The Stop this is mine
of our civil society.
Off to my left the wind lifts a clump of deer fur hanging from the continued
fencing movement once was stopped, but not for long, skin scabs over.
A Sunday Walk—Two Perspectives
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Suppose I found a tree