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Join the Tuesday Slice of Life!

This weekend I was invited by the Acadiana Wordlab to read at a poetry reading for the Fire and Water Festival in Arnaudville. I walked in to The Little Big Cup, a quaint restaurant that even has blue china in the bathroom. The cake balls are just the right size for a sweet treat, along with a cup of your favorite hot drink. There was a large table full of poet friends and poet-friends-to-be. Ten poets gathered to read! I wrote down lines from each poet, added a few of my own, and created this found poem.

Visions
Last night I dreamed the moon was burning.
She smelled of incense, indeed as special as a single snowflake.
There is no exhale on nights like these.

The moon sees everything in red,
eyes wild like the river.
Blooming ginger stalks, waves of fragrance paint the sky
All the way down.

Our vision is often smeared.
We don’t see the signs, or ignore them.
While poets print their poems on the back pages of a calendar,
our soft necks hold them dear.

–Margaret Simon and poets of Acadiana Wordlab, all rights reserved

Before leaving the town of Arnaudville, I stopped at Nunu’s to see what was up. There were demonstrations all day long, cooking, crafts, etc. I happened on a woman making posies. Do you know what a posy is? Karen explained it’s a small bouquet. She had a table full of greenery and carnations. She showed me how to make the bouquet in my hand. “Start with the lightest color at the top. Twist in each stem. Arrangements in threes are pleasing.” I made this sweet bouquet to take home.

posy

The next station I visited was a book making one. The artist, Juliet, and I had an immediate connection. She helped me make a book using mat board and duct tape. I sewed pages together using a needle and dental floss. She called each set of pages a signature. We told each other of our father-artists and the artist journey. She even identified me as a fellow Leo.

Juliet Lockwood, artist in residence at Baton Rouge General, and Karen Willingham of Deaux Bayou Gallery, were my gracious instructors.

Juliet Lockwood, artist in residence at Baton Rouge General, and Karen Willingham of Deaux Bayou Gallery, were my gracious instructors.

A day of poetry and lagniappe!

Acadiana Wordlab
Deaux Bayou Gallery
NuNu’s Art and Culture Collective

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Years ago, the Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron was a popular book. I read it when I was a young mother searching for my own creativity. I was looking for inspiration. I was reminded of this book on Saturday because my whole day was an artist date. Julia Cameron describes the artist date as a block of time you intentionally set aside to nurture your creativity. “…opening yourself to insight, inspiration, guidance.” When I read this as a mother of 3 young children, I remember thinking, “Yeah, right. When will I ever find time to do this?” But now, as an empty nester, I can find that time to treat my inner artist to a day of creative energy.

The Big Sky, Margaret Simon

The Big Sky, Margaret Simon


First I went to A&E Gallery downtown for a watercolor workshop. We all painted the same painting, but it always surprises me how different each one becomes. I haven’t painted in a long time, so I was rusty. (I’m sure Julia Cameron would have something to say about this.) I had a good time, though, playing with the cloud shapes. Then all day I was observing the sky. The June sky is vibrant with thick, fluffy clouds, some bulging with rain, some light and wispy. I even saw a rainbow. What a treat! So the painting was not meant to be a perfect product, but rather a guide to my inner artist to look up!

Then I went to The Big Easel, an outside art show. I visited with some artist friends and filled up my cup with all the different expressions of creativity.

The third activity was Acadiana Wordlab with Kelly Clayton. Kelly was all alone in the conference room of the Acadiana Center of the Arts. I was her only “student.” She was just what I needed. She read a piece about perfectionism and procrastination. How we put off doing our creative work because of perfectionism disguised as procrastination. Yes, I do this…big time!

Kelly Clayton's word collection

Kelly Clayton’s word collection

Kelly collects words and writes them on paint chips she pilfers from Lowe’s and Home Depot. I loved this idea and plan to steal it (and paint chips, too.) Her suggestion was to pick out three words that you were attracted to and play with writing. I did play. I wrote a silly piece about cooking. It spoke about my fight with perfectionism using the metaphor of cooking apple pie.

My favorite part of this day had to be our gallery walk. Kelly and I went downstairs to the art exhibit and walked to each piece. We wrote any word or words that jumped out to us. Again I was so surprised and pleased by the different things we each drew from the same collection of work. We brought our journals back to the conference room and wrote. Each of us wrote a powerful piece. I’ve revised mine and posted here.

Junk Drawer

She opened the drawer
to look for a paperclip,
got lost for an hour
letting time fend for itself for a while.

The drawer held metaphorical evidence
of lifesighs: a metal button –Collector Series–
the Golden Gate Bridge of their honeymoon.
She remembered saying my husband for the first time
to strangers. How the sound of his name felt new and nice.

Then there, next to an old pair of glasses,
the bone from a sea monster,
beach vacation when he lost his ring in the waves.
Sweet memory of a new ring and a renewal of vows
on a Sunday at the communion rail.

Time blurs the lines now between
Father and Son. The torn photo
with the same expression, stalwart
yet soft around the eyes.
There’s a Christmas ornament, Styrofoam ball
of sequins and pins, personalized by
a favorite second-grade teacher.

She could feel her heart pound a steady beat
alone here with the stuff of years,
woven into a pile with no pattern,
no beauty, yet full of the story
no one tells, hidden in the drawer
missing a paper clip.
–Margaret Simon, all rights reserved

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