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Over at Today’s Little Ditty, Carol Hinz challenged us to write a poem that finds beauty in something that is not usually considered beautiful. On a family Thanksgiving Day walk to City Park in New Orleans, we came upon an old outside bar covered in overgrown weeds and graffiti. On the walls were a few amazing black and white drawings. One of them caught my eye and then inspired a poem.
New Orleans City Park
At Violet Nesdoly’s blog, I discovered a new-to-me poetry form, Shadorma. The form is a Spanish version of the haiku with six lines and a syllable count of 3,5,3,3,7,5. The form fit well to what I wanted to say about the Graffiti Girl.
Graffiti Girl, City Park, New Orleans. Photo by Margaret Simon
Graffiti Girl
I am drawn
in hard black charcoal
staring out
of stone walls
yet when you see my image
your heart cries for me.If you could
hold this star light high
a mirror
in my eyes
step into my wall, hold me,
would you come so near?–Margaret Simon, all rights reserved
Reflections on the Teche 