Hannah Van Blarcom's Poetry Flyer
The Weather of a Friendship
By Hannah Van Blarcom
Laughter, Running, Playing
Swinging back and forth
For what seems like forever
Dark clouds roll in
Motioning their evilness
Toward the inhabited house
Tiny drops of water
Fall to the Earth
Drizzling, Gushing, Raging
Soaking the heads of two adolescent girls
Thunder rolls itself into the atmosphere
The clash of warm and cold currents
and spreads across the darkness
The storm does not concern the two girls on the swings
The storm continues
The girls continue
The lightning clashes with thunder
The thunder clashes with lightning
The two girls swing on the swings
Not a care in the world
About the weather
Only their friendship
That’s destined to thrive for years to come
Everything That Acts is Actual
By Denise Levertov
From the tawny light
from the rainy nights
from the imagination finding
itself and more than itself
alone and more than alone
at the bottom of the well where the moon lives,
can you pull me
into December? a lowland
of space, perception of space
towering of shadows of clouds blown upon
new ground, new made
under heavy December footsteps? the only
way to live?
The flawed moon
acts on the truth, and makes
an autumn of tentative
You lived, but somewhere else,
your presence touched others, ring upon ring,
and changed. Did you think
I would not change?
The black moon
turns away, its work done. A tenderness,
We are faithful
only to the imagination. What the
as beauty must be truth. What holds you
to what you see of me is
that grasp alone.
Past, Present, Future
No present existed
A walk in the woods
It was a wonderful escape
Picking flowers with my sisters
My wonderful childhood
A world at peace
The most remote fantasy
Sunsets and picnics
Lovely memories from which to draw strength
Falling tired after a swim
Playing with the fragments of my dreamsI dreamed of the future
By Hannah Van Blarcom
Along the city lay a sea,
with tides of subtle and strong.
Poseidon lies within the waters,
for he has the reign of the oceans.
Once a day the church bells sound for it is noon,
the people of the city hustle and carry on.
Busy men and women care to do their chores of day,
with children apprenticing their mothers and their fathers.
With mountains low as rocky shores,
the wind fills with the salt of the sea.
For the water provides the people,
the people may provide the water.
The blocky city of Ancient Greece,
has it at it’s most until further.
For the blocks put together to make the city,
eventually the blocks will fall.