Friday, February 28, 2014

An Empty Nest: A Gift of Power Part II



An empty nest often results in an empty room. A room once filled with toys, clothes, books, papers, and just stuff can become a desolate terrain of a few scattered thingamajigs and whatchamacallits.  


When my daughter moved out on her own, I renamed her room The Peace Garden. Her room had previously been the setting for hundreds of school projects, rehearsals, and attitudes—the slam-the-door, stomp-your-feet, and yell-as-loud-as-you-can kind. I re-purposed her room, and it is now my office and sewing room. When I am working, I often think of the little girl who lived in this room. Her mind's eye had created a world befitting the princess she deemed herself. She wrote poetry, prayers, stories, and songs. She created masterpieces from glue and beads and ribbons and cloth. And she dreamed dreams of the purpose she is living out today.


A few years ago, I zoomed in on one of the wall hangings I now have in the room, and I described it in a poem.

The Tapestry
Regal and elegance suspended above.
Tasseled and fringed, bedecked in jewels.
Sparkles misting hither and there
On hues of muting shades
Of light’s phenomenon.
Gold, aged—earned by time.
Seed pearls glossing
With the penumbra of beads.
Threads burrowed and woven line upon line
In a spectacular array lulled and stilled
. . . And then a hand—
God’s hand piercing through.
The atmosphere’s answer is fire—
A flaming fanfare
Yielding crowns of glory on heads of man.
The Day of Pentecost whispered on tapestry
There on the wall in my quiet place
There on the wall of my Garden of Peace.
There on the wall of once my daughter’s room.



The line The Day of Pentecost whispered on tapestry came from how I felt when I made the wall hanging. It was the first time I had made a wall hanging from textiles, and I was a little uneasy about how it would turn out. So, I used the term whispered. Originally, I had written the last line as There on the wall of my daughter’s room, but after I read it aloud, I thought it needed something. I wanted to make it different—more poetic, so I added once in front of my.


I published the poem on printable fabric and sewed it on a shirt I now call my poetry shirt.



Putting your thoughts in poetry is quite easy. Follow these steps:
  •  Focus on a favorite object
  •  Examine the colors, textures, and images
  • Think about its purpose
  • Think about how it makes you feel
  • List your ideas about the object—anything goes
  • Add descriptive words
  • Experiment with putting phrases together
  • Use a thesaurus to find interesting words
  • Read the phrases aloud, reposition some, and delete others until you have a poem that is aesthetically pleasing to the ear

How do you feel about a special object? This is the story in you. Share it.

Domonique

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