Monday, October 3, 2011

Newton's Cradle

Magpie Tales


There is no one left to play
telephone with
translation is sketchy at best.


Tiny fossils pepper the dune floor
Scooping a few down, the narrow neck
Sea glass bottle, trappings

Like the hourglass grains of my dune
Gently cushion my collected exoskeletons
Each year it becomes necessary
To catalog, as the minutes slip
Into oblivion and scenes from
The past fade away without
Any further thought


The clatter of Newton's Cradle
conserves the momentum 
but memory cannot rely
on a cradle such as this.

Kristen E. Haskell 2011
Submitted to Promising Poets Parking Lot for Thursday Poets Rally

33 comments:

Tumblewords: said...

Terrific! I love the imagery and the flow.

Carrie Burtt said...

Time does slip by so quickly....this is a powerful and beautiful piece Kristen. :-)

Kathy Bischoping said...

I'm enjoying your word choices -- clatter, pepper, catalogue, trappings...and, of course, the exoskeletons.

Reflections said...

Time flies beyond the boundaries of our own days... always powerful, yet slipping from memory.

Beautiful piece.

Reflections said...

Time flies beyond the boundaries of our own days... always powerful, yet slipping from memory.

Beautiful piece.

Kristen Haskell said...

Thank you - as I approach a year since my mother's passing, I am finding that my memories are becoming more dear to me. I have a very special memory of collecting tiny sea shells in a vast desert near the dunes. We collected those shells and placed them carefully into a small glass bottle. I still have the bottle but over time and moves the shells disappeared.

Myrna R. said...

Kristen, your poem gave me such a sense of soothing. I know we cannot retrieve what time erases, but your poem made me feel like that's perfectly okay. It is as it should be.

(Kristen, confession: I didn't follow up with your healthy eating. Hope it is still going well for you.

Kristen Haskell said...

Myrna - It is quite all right that you didn't follow my healthy eating. I really did not post as much about it as I had hoped too. I am doing great and still continuing to eat well. Mostly organic and whole foods. I am really limiting a lot but I feel so much better that it is worth it. I am glad that my poem was soothing to you. It was soothing to me as well. I find that I don't have as much time as I would like to read all my favorite blogs but I try to get caught up every so often.

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

Newton's Cradle...that stanza is like buttah :)

Brian Miller said...

wow great write...the opening stanza is tight and pulled me right in...intelligent writing...

Nanka said...

Poignant and sweet memories of the passing away of time!! Like that bit on Newton's cradle conserving momentum based on one of the laws!! :) and you just made it look unreliable!! Lovely!!

Helen said...

Wonderful poem .. I enjoyed the reference to Newton's Cradle - for every action an equal and opposite reaction - particularly relevant as I remember my own mother's death ... almost fours now.

Caty said...

this is a very beautiful poem!

Lolamouse said...

As I get older, I find that some memories are slipping away but others that are emerging that I never realized I still had! Memory is such a tricky thing, but it is to be cherished. Lovely poem!

Isabel Doyle said...

I admire your image of Newton's Cradle - very nicely worked out and put together

Marbles in My Pocket said...

This is a beautiful write. Time does take away some of the walls we put up. My poem today deals with the same kind of thing in a totally different way.

http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/10/05/treasure/

Nicholas V. said...

A good read with some beautiful imagery. The dreamlike atmosphere of the images was translated into words well.

Jo Bryant said...

a great read - lots of imagery and it flows beautifully

Morning said...

very dynamic imagery, thanks for joining.

fiveloaf said...

good write kristen and tq for coming by..

Tess Kincaid said...

Great opening line...wonderful...

Ann LeFlore said...

This elephant with wings has many stories to tell and this one is great how time can slip us by so quickly well done
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/05/today%e2%80%99s-feelings/

Jack Edwards Poetry said...

Love the last stanza. Great poem!

Here is my entry:
http://jackedwardspoetry.blogspot.com/2011/10/everyone.html

RoHiT Iyer said...

"Like the hourglass grains of my dune
Gently cushion my collected exoskeletons
Each year it becomes necessary
To catalog, as the minutes slip
Into oblivion and scenes from
The past fade away without
Any further thought"---------->> SIMPLY AWESOME!!

Loved it! Keep writing! :)

--
RoHiT

beccagivens said...

Dynamic and thought provoking ~~ beautifully written!!

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Oh yes this is excellent and your imagery is great.


Melanie

zongrik said...

i love the picture of the elephant. really cool. does that have anything to do with Newton and the elephant defying gravity?

shonejai said...

beautiful poem, i love the imagery and the flow (i know another person made this exact comment but it is also exactly what i was thinking as well). best,

halfwaybetweenthegutter said...

The Newton's Cradle stanza blew me away. Like Kathy, I'm enjoying your choice of words, you have a way with them : )

bendedspoon said...

Extinction is visible in your word choices. Remarkable write! :)

shail said...

Beautiful. Time, who can stop her?

Melissa Ridley Elmes said...

I really love the way you capture the sort of desperate attempts we make to catalog memories and hang on to them - thank you!

Victoria said...

As sense of fantasy ties in with the brutal reality of time slipping away. Flying elephants indded!