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Beginning March 20th, 2016 Poetry Breakfast will once again serve a little poetic nourishment every morning. Start your day with our new expanded menu. Poems, of course, are our specialty. But we will also be serving a fuller menu that includes poetry related creative non-fiction such as letters to and from poets, essays on poetry, and anything else that might feed a poet and poetry lover’s soul.

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Paula Tohline Calhoun

Tattered Wings by Paula Tohline Calhoun

Tattered Wings
by Paula Tohline Calhoun

A dwindling summer is the bittersweet prelude to fall.
I watch it all, just now, and sense already, on the tip of
my tongue, the metallic taste of winter. In my mind’s eye:
       the deep greens and subtler hues fading to brown, drying up,
       the sharp blades of grass pricking the soles of my stubborn-bare feet;
and know that in due time, snow will smother all that’s left of the now.
My ears prepare for the day they will be turned to the laboring creak of
       ice-burdened limbs, and bent on the splintering crack,
       the chuffing thud of branches on the snow-shrouded ground below.

Such insidious, gray thoughts are snatched away
by the appearance of a swallow-tailed butterfly.
Slower than the hastening summer and on-rushing winter,
she makes her errant way from leaf to blossom, in full knowledge
of the passing of her season of glory.
       The colors revealed on her first morning still shine on this her last.
       I wonder at such persistence through the fraying nicks of daily struggle,
       and sigh at the beauty – at the constant push and pull against the wayward
       currents of air – of her split and tattered wings.

Paula Tohline Calhoun is a 61 years old, and a life-long lover and writer of poetry – as long as she has been able to read and write, that is. She started at age 4 when her Dad first read to her from Ogden Nash’s collection. She is currently working on a collection in which she is collaborating with a poet from South Africa. This collection (untitled as yet) is her first publishing effort. Her poetry interests are very eclectic, and she employs a number of styles – whatever strikes her fancy.

http://paulatohlinecalhoun1951.wordpress.com – “Reflections From a Cloudy Mirror”
http://myphotoreflections.wordpress.com – “Reflected Glory – My Adventures in Photography”
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Phoenix Rises by Paula Tohline Calhoun

Phoenix Rises
by Paula Tohline Calhoun

The phoenix rises, dispersing ash as she extends
her reborn wings to dry beneath the sun.
She lifts her eyes, pondering the expanse of sky,
marveling at each cloud, discerning from their shapes
her once and future soul,
each moving forward, shape-shifting
as they are propelled, like wayward children,
toward the horizon.

She rediscovers her power to fly,
in mimicking the movement
of the strange and familiar,
those wind-swept creatures
that capture her gaze,
that leave no wake, yet
cast their shadows on the earth below.

With a burst of clarity, she knows
that she is but a cloud herself,
some shadow of her former life
transformed, reshaped, assembled,
and gathered again and again, reborn to fly
above herself and beyond,
chasing the distant horizon
leaving nothing in her wake
but the weightless and gray
remnant ashes of yesterday.

Paula Tohline Calhoun is a 61 years old, and a life-long lover and writer of poetry – as long as she has been able to read and write, that is. She started at age 4 when her Dad first read to her from Ogden Nash’s collection. She is currently working on a collection in which she is collaborating with a poet from South Africa. This collection (untitled as yet) is her first publishing effort. Her poetry interests are very eclectic, and she employs a number of styles – whatever strikes her fancy.

On Paper By Paula Tohline Calhoun

On Paper
By Paula Tohline Calhoun

For just a slipping moment
it lingered in my mind.
too tightly held, I saw it break, then
piece by word, fall away from me.

Delicate and spitefully fragile,
razor-like shards – forever shattered;
visions, feelings, vague dreams
cut deeply, but leave no scars.

No pieces of crystalline perfection
to reconstruct and seal, as in a jar –
preserved, perfectly imprinted, sharply carved
inscribed indelibly, static, unchanging; no

All that I have: the smudged lens –
a faulty memory aching for recall
of all I held in that slipping moment.
I wish for soldered memory –

Impermeable, tightly sealed,
capturing forever the holiness
of the seamless revelation
once intact within my mind.

I write of what I briefly held,
and trace onto paper
my fragile, slipping-down moment, a gift
of perfect words, imperfectly expressed.

Paula Tohline Calhoun is a 61 years old, and a life-long lover and writer of poetry – as long as she has been able to read and write, that is. She started at age 4 when her Dad first read to her from Ogden Nash’s collection. She is currently working on a collection in which she is collaborating with a poet from South Africa. This collection (untitled as yet) is her first publishing effort. Her poetry interests are very eclectic, and she employs a number of styles – whatever strikes her fancy.

Sunshine by Paula Tohline Calhoun

Sunshine
by Paula Tohline Calhoun

Filled with warmth, sometimes
Your light settles down upon me
Spreading beyond the landscape
And spilling over the rim of the horizon.

Had I never been cold
I might find your gift excessive.
But I have known my share of
Ice; felt the frost of darkness.

You lift your face to mine
And I know what summer is
I can recall the shimmering heat
And feel the warmth of such memories

And when you choose to turn away
And cast your gaze out of my sight
I will learn to bear the chill
And accept your pale reflection

Dissolved by the rain, disguised in vapor
You have hidden your light
But I have known my share of
Your fire; felt the heat of day.

My life has always been defined
By how and when you show to me
Yourself, your light, your warmth
The gift I cannot forget.

 

Paula Tohline Calhoun is 61 years old, and a life-long lover and writer of poetry – as long as she has been able to read and write, that is.  She started at age 4 when her Dad first read to her from Ogden Nash’s collection.  She is currently working on a collection in which She is collaborating with a poet from South Africa.  This collection (untitled as yet) is her first publishing effort.  Her poetry interests are very eclectic, and she employs a number of styles – whatever strikes her fancy.

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