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Poetry Postcard Fest Follow Up Post 21

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The Poetry Postcard Fest is a challenge which encourages poets to write an unedited poem on a postcard and send it to a stranger. Organised by the Cascadia Poetics Lab, who organise the participants into lists of 31 + yourself for you to address your offerings to. This was my first year and hearing about it just in time to register, I was on List 15. The lists are sent out in early July and you have until the end of August to send out your missives – to date I have received 23 of 31 possibles and now that we are into September, it is allowable to share the cards and poems you sent and the cards but not the poems you received. I will share these in the order of sending and I will miss out those which I have not yet received in case they arrive soon…
Although the original poem is to be sent as written – crossings out, blots and all, I have typed them out for people who can’t read my writing and I am allowing myself to edit if I feel like it…
Before I post the last poem I sent but whose sender was the first I received – the next eight cards, two at a time, are ones on the list that I sent but didn’t receive from, – given what happened to the 23rd to arrive by way of Trinidad – I have not given up hope – so if you recognise a card you received and you know you sent one – please let me know in the comments and we shall presume it travelling still, the backwaters of the postal system…

Dear Lisanne
Like so many places in America
I knew the name of Berkeley
but I had to look at the map
to know exactly where it was.
Can you see the Pacific
framed by the Golden Gate Bridge
do waves cross the bay
to wash up on a Berkeley beach?
I first saw Dianne Arbus’ work
in a Sunday supplement
and I had my own Dianne Arbus moment
on the beach at Clacton
this lady pushing not
a baby in a pram
but a poodle…

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

Dear Rodda

I will not say Wish You Were Here
since this moment in time
was frozen digitally
a good few years ago
pre-Covid, pre-Trump, pre-War
and if we could have stood there
then it was a wet and windy day
not like the sunshine
eternally associated in the
imagination as shining down
on Stearns Pier, your pier.
Of course I know the Pacific
is not always peaceful
any more than the North Sea
splashing Blackpool is always stormy…

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

Poetry Postcard Fest Follow Up Post 20

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The Poetry Postcard Fest is a challenge which encourages poets to write an unedited poem on a postcard and send it to a stranger. Organised by the Cascadia Poetics Lab, who organise the participants into lists of 31 + yourself for you to address your offerings to. This was my first year and hearing about it just in time to register, I was on List 15. The lists are sent out in early July and you have until the end of August to send out your missives – to date I have received 20 of 31 possibles and now that we are into September, it is allowable to share the cards and poems you sent and the cards but not the poems you received. I will share these in the order of sending and I will miss out those which I have not yet received in case they arrive soon…
Although the original poem is to be sent as written – crossings out, blots and all, I have typed them out for people who can’t read my writing and I am allowing myself to edit if I feel like it…

Dear Karen

I should like to say this
painting is my own work
and in a small part it is.
I prompted an AI to make
four pictures in sixty second
“Village beside lake style of
Charles Rennie Mackintosh
“La Rue de Soleil” palette
knife oil painting” – it obeyed!
I am still trying to wrap
my head around it
perhaps I will copy it into
real oil paint on canvas
pondering with each brush stroke
how an AI went from 0- 60
in sixty second times x 4…

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

Due to an error in reading my meticulous recording of what card was sent when and which arrived when, I posted Karen’s beautiful handpainted watercolour trees a few days ago when it should have been the equally beautiful ink colour sketch of Paul Klee’s “Conqueror” with an Ekphrastic poem to match – my apologies to Caren and Karen for the mix up…

To Australia’s Indigenous People – Sorry…

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This post by Di on Pandamoniumcat’s Blog, is in response to the No vote in the recent Australian Referendum on the issue of Constitutional recognition of Australia’s indigenous people. Failure to recognise the existence of people who already lived in the land you took can never end well and hopefully, this is not the end of the road for this cause…
It was posted in response to For Dverse Poets Meeting the Bar: A Collective Point of View

Sorry

Poetry Postcard Fest Follow Up Post 19

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The Poetry Postcard Fest is a challenge which encourages poets to write an unedited poem on a postcard and send it to a stranger. Organised by the Cascadia Poetics Lab, who organise the participants into lists of 31 + yourself for you to address your offerings to. This was my first year and hearing about it just in time to register, I was on List 15. The lists are sent out in early July and you have until the end of August to send out your missives – to date I have received 20 of 31 possibles and now that we are into September, it is allowable to share the cards and poems you sent and the cards but not the poems you received. I will share these in the order of sending and I will miss out those which I have not yet received in case they arrive soon…
Although the original poem is to be sent as written – crossings out, blots and all, I have typed them out for people who can’t read my writing and I am allowing myself to edit if I feel like it…

Dear Allison

I see you live on a hill
perhaps on a road that encircles it
there are many Chapel Roads
in England, more still in Wales
where you are CHAPEL
rather than Church.
Writing to a stranger
in Epistolary form
there is little enough to go on
so I send you the view
from another hill
looking towards
Wuthering Heights where
I snooze for an hour
during Barbara’s Reiki session…

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

Allison’s card was the 23rd and last card I received – not that Allison was tardy in posting it – she posted on 5th of July and it arrived 3rd of October having been “Missent to Jamaica” (as rubber stamped on the back!) Who doesn’t love a well-travelled card!” And on the back of this angelic card was a Haiku on the subject of the relationship between music and angels.

Casserole Dish Gardens

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You planted me two years ago
myself and my sister casserole dish gardens
– you who have always been fascinated
by the miniature worlds of Bottle Gardens and Bonsai.

Bottle gardens grew too lush
in the sweet-jar worlds
of your teenage window sill
Pennywort and Maidenhair ferns
an unruly tangled jungle
and Bonsai you studied and realised
you needed a Master
not just to teach the art
but from whom you could inherit
because a hundred-year-old tree
needs a hundred years to grow
no matter how small it is kept
by tortuous processes…

Coming back from Covid lockdown Crete
you smuggled fragments of plants
to create me – a miniature garden!
In Crete, Jade trees the size of bushes
a plant you didn’t even know had flowers
now grace us gardens as tiny trees
planted next to choice rocks
a nod to the Bonsai plantings
of your dreams

We are mostly filled with succulents
which flowered this year in ways
which surprised and delighted you
reaching a flower-tipped tendril
towards the light but then shrivelling
and dying – perhaps not to return…

One of us you inherited
from your late sister in Ireland
whose partner delighted her
by planting  a pink-dyed
spiky phallus of a cactus
along with succulent friends
in the lopsided glass
of a washing machine door
– the self-seeded Shamrocks
came along for the ride
the tiny Mexican-hatted miniature
of Tequila – “For Emergencies”
redundant, since she
had already encountered
her final life emergency.

You took us to work
where there were wider window-sills
than your open-plan hayloft conversion
and you see us and celebrate us
whilst weekly watering us.
People think we succulents can survive
without water but in truth
like most plants – we like it weekly

Meanwhile, as your eye wanders
through we miniature worlds
do you feel in control of your creations
or are we in your life
a living reminder of
mortality and fragility.
Do you wonder if we will outlive you
and carry on, watered by another –
inherited by another?
Do you wonder whether
anyone has even thought
to water us these weeks
you’ve been consumed by covid
when, head full of cotton wool
you forgot to ask anyone
to fill in for the gardener?

Don’t worry – we can manage
the occasional drought!
Can we say the same for you…

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

This poem is posted in response to Björn Rudberg (brudberg) in Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft over at dVerse Poets Pub

Sunflowers

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Trauma is nowadays
seen as implicated
in almost all ways
in which people are derailed
in their mental health.

Addiction to drugs or alcohol
sex or over neatness
– these are the symptoms
and not the diagnosis
– whichever label eventually applied

Those who are traumatised
are often complex souls
and doctors often feel challenged
and give up on their role
to get to the bottom of things

Borderline personality disorder
is a favourite soubriquet
for those that cannot be rendered
silent about the roles their trauma plays
and refuse all other labels

Some disorders may respond
to the doctors’ pharmacopoeia
hardest is the slough of despond
a symptom so common it’s hardly seen
as mental health but just a frequent human condition

Bipolar is stabilised with lithium
yet patients constantly reject its spell
preferring the rush of manic fun
and whilst the black dog they would quell
prefer half a life than all life levelled and flat

Vincent van Gogh would today be told
he was bipolar and given lithium not talk
He said “Normality is a paved road
– It’s comfortable to walk,
but no flowers grow on it.”
And we would be deprived of his flowers…

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

This poem is posted in response to Haunted – Tuesday Poetics over at dVerse Poets Pub hosted by Melissa Lemay in Uncategorized

Poetry Postcard Fest Follow Up Post 18

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The Poetry Postcard Fest is a challenge which encourages poets to write an unedited poem on a postcard and send it to a stranger. Organised by the Cascadia Poetics Lab, who organise the participants into lists of 31 + yourself for you to address your offerings to. This was my first year and hearing about it just in time to register, I was on List 15. The lists are sent out in early July and you have until the end of August to send out your missives – to date I have received 20 of 31 possibles and now that we are into September, it is allowable to share the cards and poems you sent and the cards but not the poems you received. I will share these in the order of sending and I will miss out those which I have not yet received in case they arrive soon…
Although the original poem is to be sent as written – crossings out, blots and all, I have typed them out for people who can’t read my writing and I am allowing myself to edit if I feel like it…

Dear Caren

No street photographer I
no Cartier-Bresson
but I do sometimes seize a moment
as with this elderly couple
reviewing their garden
and a lifetime of closeness
I imagine – in Upwhey
where the River Whey comes up
before plunging its short course
down to Weymouth
with my late mother
I snapped them…

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

As you can see from Caren’s postcard to me, which from the relative dates, I calculate means she had received my card to her and has responded in kind with a painting of trees and a poem to match (which I wish I could show you).

Poetry Postcard Fest Follow Up Post 17

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The Poetry Postcard Fest is a challenge which encourages poets to write an unedited poem on a postcard and send it to a stranger. Organised by the Cascadia Poetics Lab, who organise the participants into lists of 31 + yourself for you to address your offerings to. This was my first year and hearing about it just in time to register, I was on List 15. The lists are sent out in early July and you have until the end of August to send out your missives – to date I have received 20 of 31 possibles and now that we are into September, it is allowable to share the cards and poems you sent and the cards but not the poems you received. I will share these in the order of sending and I will miss out those which I have not yet received in case they arrive soon…
Although the original poem is to be sent as written – crossings out, blots and all, I have typed them out for people who can’t read my writing and I am allowing myself to edit if I feel like it…

Dear Robi

“The graves a fine and private place
But none I think do there embrace”
wrote Andrew Marvell
– marvellous metaphysical poet
but I like to think that
in this graveyard
at the back of my house
young lovers or even old
do venture into the dark
to woo – as Marvell’s poem’s
subject would do
creating fonder memories
than the daytime dog walkers
or even those visiting
the quiet residents do…

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

Robi sent the arrangement of fans and other objects bearing the Stars and Stripes and wrote a charming Haiku about waterskiing…

Poetry Postcard Fest Follow Up Post 16

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The Poetry Postcard Fest is a challenge which encourages poets to write an unedited poem on a postcard and send it to a stranger. Organised by the Cascadia Poetics Lab, who organise the participants into lists of 31 + yourself for you to address your offerings to. This was my first year and hearing about it just in time to register, I was on List 15. The lists are sent out in early July and you have until the end of August to send out your missives – to date I have received 20 of 31 possibles and now that we are into September, it is allowable to share the cards and poems you sent and the cards but not the poems you received. I will share these in the order of sending and I will miss out those which I have not yet received in case they arrive soon…
Although the original poem is to be sent as written – crossings out, blots and all, I have typed them out for people who can’t read my writing and I am allowing myself to edit if I feel like it…

Dear Toni

A solitary crow does not
a murder make
I like to think
I am not even sinister
unlike the direction
sign I sit upon
I will not even defend my perch
if a bigger bird takes a notion
to supplant me, in a blink
I will fly away to keep the peace.
You thought different?
We crows get a bad press
but I don’t care a jot…

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

Toni told a tale of being scandalised by a (very young) naked Englishman! Below is her card to me…

Contraflows (Piccadilly Circus)

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The circular ticket hall
of Piccadilly Circus
London Underground
sees in the evening
the contraflow of
two disparate populations
theatre-goers flow down
to the tube line lines below
digging deep to drop coins
in the pint-size paper cups
of the beggars at their feet
or not…
the tide of supplicants
washes in to catch
the beneficent potential
of culture sated happiness
or not…
One group headed homeward
to cosy homes in the suburbs
the other homeless
unless you call a cardboard
mattress in a shop doorway home
and if these homeless are also addicts
then what is an addict if not someone
who also wants to be transported elsewhere
counting the fare to their next fix
perhaps they too want to go home
or perhaps to get as far away from home
as possible and anywhere but here and now
watching still purposeful feet pass by
this Ticket Hall is home to no one
a place of transit and temporary contraflows
Earlier in the day
commuters on the way to work
hurried past less generous
with the urgency
of earning a buck
and when their tide turns
at clocking off time
they flow against the stream
of theatre-goers
bubbling up from underground
and both streams
bypass the static beggars
arranged like rocks
around the confluential hall
That is the way it seemed to me
when years ago
I sometimes navigated the waters
when working in London
but maybe the government
has forced the Tube
to sweep away
the detrital evidence
of years of draining austerity
clashing with personal derailment
on the rocky journey through life
But places exist in time
as well as space
and I suspect these tidal flows
of rich and poor effaced
still meet for an exchange
of generosity and relief
somewhere out on
the streets of London
People, like water
will find a way to go
a time and place
to contraflow…

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

Posted for OLN #348 – Two Opportunities to join us LIVE @dVerse Poets Pub