The Prompt:

My name is Anna Elizabeth Graham
and I’m your host today for Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft.
I am asking you to experience what Coleridge called,
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 ‘a sort of transfusion and transmission of my consciousness to identify myself with the object’.
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Along these lines you may write a persona poem, an ode to an object, about the concept of negative capability or demonstrate it in other ways.
Use another’s language, world view, turn of phrase, or style.
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And in the words of Mary Oliver,
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‘I would rather see an ambitious though rough poem than a careful and tame poem’ so be brave and take some risks today.
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I am so clueless, but inspired by the other blogs I wrote that as I was heading get a good nights rest, I had an idea, and stopped in my tracks and wrote it before I forgot it.  Do not know if it is what the prompt expected, but I took Mary Oliver’s words and gave it my all.
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Blue Sparkles Goes
to the Hospital
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I know I am loved.

She tells me every day.
But it is a constant worry
off to the junkyard
I go at a moment‘s
notice.
When I was ill,
she took care of me…
they said it was a rare
condition,
my pistons looked
like they’d been shot.
With two new transplants
I feel like new
and running smoooothe
as a new born, well
who wants to be that young
a second time.
I’ll go for mature adult !
She’s on a strict budget…
I worry…money’s tight.
Euthanasia.  Sigh.
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She has a habit of falling
and I guess I take after her.
As soon as I’d recovered
from the shot pistons,
lo and behold,
I stumbled in a hole
and bent my rim…
Sigh.
I didn’t mean to do it,
but it’s Spring…
pot hole heaven
in Maine…
I worry, and worry.
What if the next time…
I get traded for a
younger model.
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Mr Harmon’s boys
fixed me up with
a brand new rim…
they don’t make them
out of steel like they
used to.
She didn’t cry or yell
at me
or tell me “toodles,
Blue Sparkles”
like I feared.
THIS time.
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Had a bit of a face lift
today, fancy new blades,
two in front and one in back,
winter ice and snow
are just as bad as the
heat in summer
lookin‘ perky again !
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I live up to my name.
People admire me
as they walk or drive by…
they mention my beauty
and how I sparkle
in the sunlight…
between snow storms !
Spring has arrived,
and it’s time for new
adventures on the
Downeast Highway !
Yippee !
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But will I get to go this year?
Money is tight and I’ve caused
so much grieve in such a short
time.
Will she  think I drink too much,
am prone to flying rocks…
I just missed seeing the Harmon
boys again…

Sigh.
Double sigh.
Can’t blame it on being SAD
(Seasonal
Affective Disorder ),
or
Depression any more.
Sigh.
I’ll try being good for a while
and count my blessings
while I can.
Sigh.

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