Poetry in Prose

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a blog. Usually this is a warning sign for me – an indication that my heart is not well. But, this most recent pause in blogging has not been a pause in writing. I have been regularly working on a young adult sci-fi novel and writing in other venues. One of those other venues has been Instagram. Most people use Instagram just for photos and that is mostly how I use it as well, but lately I have been playing around with something that some are calling Instapoetry.

I have regularly been trying my hand at writing poetic prose to go with a photo. It has been an incredibly stretching and enlivening exercise for me. I thought it was about time to share this writing with all of you over here at the blog (for those of you who aren’t on Instagram or don’t follow me there).

Here is a piece of my heart and soul.

 

February 17, 2014:

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The room was loud and the sound echoed,
Bouncing
from one wall to my ears,
from the wall
and back to my ears
endlessly
Like a barrage trying to beat down a stone wall
And yet I wasn’t like stone
I was soft
and it bruised my nerves as it bruised my ears.
People crowded in before and behind me,
they seemed to press into me
with their sound,
their smell,
their energy.
My heart started to pound.
I closed my eyes in an effort to block out one sense.
My nostrils burned with the scent of frying oil and sweat.
I opened my eyes
I tried to focus.
Find one thing, focus on just one thing.
A young boy to the side of me waiting for his food.
He rubbed the sole of his shoe against his calf.
My soul felt rubbed raw
Irritated
Unfocused
Unraveling
i fled
To the quiet of an outdoor table in the sun
Like a cat hiding on a warm window sill
I hid
I breathed again.

 

April 11, 2014:

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Vegetable trimmings become vegetable broth before my eyes.
Before my nose.
Under my touch,
clasped around a wooden spoon.
I stir.
And imagine.
Imagine centuries of women making nourishment.
Feeding their senses.
Feeding their families.
Imagine open fires.
Caldrons
brimming over with the essence of the earth.
Bubbling.
Simmering.
Smoldering.
Hot.

 

April 19,2014:

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In the Holy Saturdays,
in the long waits,
in the dark and the unknown,
even in these we find light,
joy,
and much to be thankful for.
Under the shadow of death
we’ve been given a gift,
in the quiet morning snuggles,
in the shared meals,
in the laughter and kisses
and hands held tight.
Love abounds.
The love of father and mother,
brother and sister,
friend
and neighbor.
The love of God.
The love that even death could not hold back.
Even in the long Saturdays,
between death and life,
Love abounds.

 

April 22, 2014:

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In my little garden,
Beside my one pot
Bursting with tomatoes,
And drooping with basil,
I sit.
A prayer swells on the warm breeze
A prayer without words
A prayer that belongs solely to the earth,
Carried from place to place
on the breath of the wind,
Unhindered by distance
or obstacle,
Cheered on by every branch
of every tree
Every petal of every flower
My skin understands it
Even though my ears can not
A shiver runs up my spine
And a single word resonates throughout my being
“Peace”
And I watch the sun kiss the earth goodnight.

 

April 24, 2014:

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Inhale
The smell of citrus fills my nostrils,
driving cob webs from my brain,
taking me back
to past summers spent with
lemon juice in my hair
and orange Creamsicle on my tongue
Inhale
Clean and renewed
I peel the skin away
And shed my own skins of regret
I squeeze the juice
Careful not to lose a drop
And my own heart squeezes out it’s hidden secrets
Inhale
Suddenly I’m running through citrus groves
Placing one foot before the other
on ground my feet have never touched
Will never touch
The past lives of these fruits
rush at me through every inhale
And my own past gets swept clean
Exhale

 

 

Rejoicing in the journey,
Bethany Stedman

 

 

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One thought on “Poetry in Prose

  1. I love these! I started a blog a couple of years ago doing somewhat of the same thing. Let’s talk soon…maybe we are supposed to collaborate 🙂

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