A Button Poem

button collection: detail

button collection: detail (Photo credit: chronographia)

Today’s poem challenge from dversepoets is to write about buttons. So, here’s my little offering.

Closet Buttons

High on my closet shelf,
a box of buttons. With care,
I matched them, colour-coded,
size-sorted, in little plastic pouches,
and an odd collection of singles
from years of new jackets, pants
and blouses, each came with one
replacement button and that mysterious
inch or two of thread.

Yet as I write the poem the mystery
resolves, the thread’s not for matching
colour, it’s for attaching button to cloth.

But it’s always thick and sturdy,
that thread. To coax it through
a needle’s eye, would tax my own,
my fingers, grown too clumsy, and me
without the required pound of patience.

Carol A. Stephen
July 1, 2012

No-Comfort Zone Challenge Week Ending June 24

This week I heard that two of my poems have been accepted for inclusion in Rope Dancer, an anthology of poet-members of The Ontario Poetry Society. So, I am happy to have submission success news for this week! Still a number of submission deadline  info sitting on my desk so I am hoping to get some of those into the mail this week.

And, I have put together my next chapbook, and working on that to fine-tune the fonts and poem order. Perhaps I will have a new launch this summer or early fall, just need to wait and see. I have one poem that has been submitted elsewhere, so I am sort of hoping to hear on that before I go ahead. Otherwise it has to come out of the chapbook, and then I will need a new title for the book too! Fortunately, I have already several options for that.

No-Comfort Zone Challenge Week ending June 17th

This week I completed a commitment to participate as a volunteer and judge in the 2nd annual Arts Carleton Place Youth Art Competition. Yesterday’s poem was a bit tongue-in-cheek about the event, which was in association with the Lambs Down Festival held in Carleton Place, Ontario.

From the Arts Carleton Place tent, we could just see the field where the sheep were being herded by a border collie, who was doing an excellent job. Around the corner, there were sheep being sheared, and fortunes being told, and many interesting items for sale from cupcakes to CDs of pan-pipe music. If you were hungry, you could indulge in maple syrup taffy or Belgian waffles, lamb burgers or Carib-style chicken. I don’t think I could have partaken of lamb after watching the sheep on the hoof.Besides, I was there to help out with the Arts Competitin. It was good to see so many young artists and poets taking part, and to see this particular challenge through to completion.

And yesterday I began reading The Craft and Business of Writing, to try to get a better focus on and approach to the practical side of being a poet. Is this more procrastination or is it a way to get past this block I have about submitting? I am not sure, but I am hoping that it will get me moving.

On a much more personal note, I also ended an on-off-on-off relationship that spanned the last six years. No going back this time. It was not a smooth closure, but a final one.

Just Another Saturday Poem

 

Responding to the challenge over at this blog:

http://anexerciseindiscipline.wordpress.com/2012/06/16/saturday-challenge/

 

Judging at the Lambs Down Festival, Carleton Place, Ontario

Dressed for this morning’s cool weather

by noon I was feeling the heat

at the annual sheep-shearing festival

here in town, just down the street.

There were sheepdogs herding the bleaters

and big dogs just out for a stroll.

We held a youth art competition

with everything under control.

There were prizes for all of the kiddies

and lamb burgers, waffles and fries.

There were buyers and sellers and two fortune tellers

and a big fella selling pink ties.

Carol A. Stephen,  Saturday June 16th, 2012

English: Town Hall and Mississippi River, Carl...

Town Hall and Mississippi River, Carleton Place, Ontario, Canada (Wikipedia)