The Hurrier I go a Poem Inspired by My Mother #Poetry, #Pottery

The Hurrier I go a Poem Inspired by My Mother #Poetry, #Pottery

The hurrier I go,

the behinder I get.

I saw myself coming and going.

Together in the middle we met.

The clay is dry.

The clay is wet.

Into the kiln, no telling exactly what you’ll get.

There’s an idea.

It’s rolled, pounded, and formed.

It’s round, square, rectangle, once more reborn.

A tray, pot, bowl, or cup.

It’s out of my head, on the page, the board, in the cup.

Words, phrases, spelling, almost too much.

Glaze, clay, water, and brush.

It all works, with a gentle touch.

The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.

I put myself away before I’m done. Somehow, something I always forget.

My mother, it would seem, had racing thoughts from time to time. We didn’t talk about it until she was in her last days. Of course, I didn’t know for sure she was in her last days at the time of the conversation.

She told me her mind ran like a train out of control sometimes. She asked if mine did too. I said it did. She told me I could get help for it. She encouraged me to explore.

It was many years later before I did so. This poem came to me this morning as I was checking things off my to do list. I’d closed files before I was done with them, and this is what came from that.

I love you mom.

I like to think you’d have been proud of my writing and art.

Here are my favorite pics.

A photo of Patty Fletcher and her seeing-eye dog, Blue. Patty sits cross legged on the floor wearing a maroon t-shirt, a tan pottery apron, light blue capri pants, and black tennis shoes. Her hair is half up. Patty is hugging Blue on her right side with her face turned towards him. Blue is a black lab dog and is leaning against Patty with his head in her hands. He is laying on a gray dog rug and is on a brown leather leash that is looped onto a metal shelving unit.

A photo of a brown, waist high, wooden bookshelf. On the top shelf sit several pieces of colorful pottery shaped as small bowls or cups. There are two sage green, one sky blue, one peach color, one burnt orange, one dark green, and one light pink bowl. To the right of those are one piece that is shaped like a hand, and it is a tan color and on that is an abstract pumpkin shape. The base is light pink and the stem is a taupe brown. There is a second one of these on the far left as well. On the shelf below this, there are more pottery pieces and these are shaped into small square plates. Three light blue, one sage green, two dark green, two white, one light pink, and one taupe piece. The shelf is sitting against a white wall with a gray breaker box on it, and to the right of the shelf is a white door with a gold handle. To the left of the shelf is a bed with a colorful blue and pink blanket or sheet with a mint green pillow.

The cover is a deep, candy apple red, with the title, The Blended Lives Chronicles: Sides of the Order at the top in white text. At the bottom is the author’s name, Patty L. Fletcher, also typed in white. Above the author’s name and below the title of the book is a white skeleton key, taking up about 3/4 of the cover space.


The spine of the cover features a white crescent moon on the top left corner of a white number one roman numeral. Below that is the title of the book, followed by the author’s name at the bottom of the spine.

Patty L. Fletcher

Bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled

https://pattysworlds.com/about/

5 Comments

  1. Tasha Halpert Reply
    June 10, 2024

    What a lovely picture of you and Blue. Thanks for sharing.

    1. Hi, Tasha. A perfect example of Blue’s taking control and telling me to slow down. 🙂
      Glad you enjoyed.

  2. Robbie Cheadle Reply
    June 10, 2024

    A lovely poem about hurrying. Some things we inherit. I have some of my mother’s traits.

    1. Hi, Robbie.
      It turns out I most likely got whatever inheritable mental illness there was in the family, from my mother’s side. Sadly, this was not spoken of. I now know how to deal with mine, but such time lost for so many women in this family because of ignorance.
      I suppose I should just be glad I figured it out.
      These days, I have learned, if I get in a hurry, I mess up.
      Just this morning, I hurried along to catch a van pulling up in front of the house, and what did I do? Ran off and left my phone. LOL.

  3. Hi, again everyone. It dawned on me, that Blue is showing me in no uncertain terms how to slow down. LOL.
    Gotta love this dog.

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