Showing posts with label blues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blues. Show all posts

Saturday, April 29, 2017

There's a Bottom Below


For the next half of National Poetry Month 2017, 
Malvina will Sing It, and I'll write a poem in response.

Children's songs, songs about current events, the environment, politics, and gender inequity -- I've gotten to know Malvina Reynolds, but today's song makes me laugh. It's as though Malvina Reynolds has gotten to know ME! Add blues to her list of musical genres. My version of this song doesn't match her rhythm well enough to be sung, and I certainly could have written a more sobering and depressing version about my March, but I couldn't resist capturing a snapshot of the past couple of days.





The Fifth Grade in May Blues

Do you think you've hit bottom?
Do you think you've hit bottom?
Oh, no.
There's a bottom below.

There's a low below the low you know.
You can't imagine how far you can go...down.

Every once in awhile your lesson hits home
It clicks, it’s fun, but don’t forget...next time you’ll go...down

Do you think you've hit bottom?
Do you think you've hit bottom?
Oh, no.
There's a bottom below.

You watch the Kleenex fill up the trash can
Wash every surface with Chlorox and then (on the weekend) you go...down

Do you think you've hit bottom?
Do you think you've hit bottom?
Oh, no.
There's a bottom below.

You’re patient and kind and your voice is kept low
You’re frustrated and angry and then you yell...you’ve gone...down

Do you think you've hit bottom?
Do you think you've hit bottom?
Oh, no.
There's a bottom below.

There's a low below the low you know.
You can't imagine how far you can go...down.


©Mary Lee Hahn (with apologies to Malvina Reynolds)


Thursday, February 4, 2016

Found Object Poem Project -- Fan


photo by Charles Waters
Lament of the Portable Fan

I'll never spin a hurricane,
I'll never turn a weather vane.

I'll never push a sailboat's sail
or ruffle feathers on a tail,

power windmills, shape the land,
carry ash or desert sand.

The most that I will ever be
is one small oscillating breeze.


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016



Friday, March 22, 2013

Search Engine Blues


Flickr Creative Commons photo "Macro Smiley" by BlueRidgeKitties




SEARCH ENGINE BLUES 

It seemed like a valid request. 
My computer didn’t agree.
Its cold, inhuman glare
left no uncertainty:

there would be no cooperation, 
no figures and nary a fact.
In an ironic change of conditions
I was the one getting hacked.


© Mary Lee Hahn, 2013