Monday, May 16, 2011

Hot Fuchsia Flower





A mishmash of volumes protrude
An uneven horizon, jagged line
Tomes housed on dusty oak shelves
Among them I know a few
Whose hearts and hands
Wrote these words

As I age
Many more of my nearest and dearest
Line my shelves with their dreams realized

And my dream
Muse eludes me now
She’s cliffhanging with 52,000
Disheveled words
Her story longing its own birth
Like threads yet to be woven
Unable to carry her weight
She could snap and perish
Or she could bloom again  
Much like an over pruned crape myrtle
Waiting to show its hot fuchsia flower
Yet it is that flower that scares her
Can she really share her world?
And all that it encompasses?
She must.


It was decided just this weekend. We don’t watch television in our living room ever. We are turning our whole living room into a library. It just makes sense for us. It is the way it has to be. As it progresses I will post more. Now I am taking my current escape and a nice hot cup of tea and parking myself directly under my sky light where I plan to spend the rest of the afternoon reading…

25 comments:

Reflections said...

A powerful piece, capturing the dreams and fears of quiet moments of the writer in us all. Well shared.

Jingle said...

awesome footnotes, turning your living room into a library,
where you read, blossom, and celebrate!

your magpie is deep, it takes me a while to fully digest.
stunning imagery.

Jingle said...

awesome footnotes, turning your living room into a library,
where you read, blossom, and celebrate!

your magpie is deep, it takes me a while to fully digest.
stunning imagery.

anthonynorth said...

Your love of the word shines out from this.

Friko said...

That's exactly what I've done for most of the afternoon: sat and read.
And I don't feel at all guilty. Do you?

Lyn said...

I get the feeling she will share..Please!! What more can a hot flower do?

verseinanutshell said...

Interesting take on the prompt. Great work. My magpie: http://verseinanutshell.wordpress.com/2011/05/16/open-book/

Helen said...

Kristen, as always you composed a lovely poem. (I think you meant to type crape not crate myrtle) As you can see, I read every word.

Tumblewords: said...

An absolutely delightful and inspirational read! Blooming again is a wonderful image.

Berowne said...

Very impresssive take on this week's prompt.

honeyhaiku said...

A delightful devotional to the written word.

Kristen Haskell said...

Thanks Helen - You are right:)

Kay L. Davies said...

A library? I have three (rather large) bookcases in the living room, and more elsewhere, but I'd love a library of my own.
Beautiful take on the prompt this week.
— K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Margaret said...

I don't usually read any challenges until mine is created because I am intimidated by how great so many are and that I might change the way I was going to write mine. Yours is very intriguing, capturing the emotions like that. I don't watch much TV - thank goodness for Netflix. Enjoy the library! :)

Kathe W. said...

ah yes! No TV in our living room either- we have one-but it's downstairs in our family room....
I love your work- you have such a way with words-so talented you are!

M. A. S. said...

Very good poem, and noble decision.

Brian Miller said...

enjoy that library...and if you have a book in you birth it...someone needs to read it...dream on...

Tess Kincaid said...

She must. She will!

Rek said...

The unfulfilled dream...some day soon will see the light of fruition....heartfelt words.

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Henry Clemmons said...

Much like an over pruned crape myrtle
My Line of the day award. Loved it all, but this line tattooed my memory. Great read.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

This is beautiful.

Anna :o]

ninotaziz said...

Dear dear Kristen,
I am glad I dropped by to catch your jewel here.

Lovely !

By the way, our living room is lined with bookshelves and my teak writing desk. No TV. No computer though the Ipad does make an occasional appearance. With a special shelf for the kids and world folklore...it is the best thing I did with the house, and the first place the older ones head too when they come home, leafing through their old treasures...

With a favourite spot for Cruikshanks, our cat.

You won;t regret it.

~T~ said...

I love your library of dreams. Beautiful!
Can you really over-prune a crepe myrtle?

Sue J said...

Don't they say everyone has at least one book in them? Getting it out is the hard part. Persevere.

Lena said...

You can feel the absolute power of the books in this poem, Karen. Fingers crossed that that fuchsia blooms soon. It should - your work is amazing!

I am also touched by your footnote - my idea of Heaven that would be. But the boy's are thinking of upgrading the telly to a 42 inch one.....NUTS! I'm thinking of moving out into the shed......