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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siggiofmaine 
Imelda
Your car is so alive in your poem. I can hear her worry and sighs. Very well done, Siggi. 🙂
P.S. Those spring craters in Maine are really bad for the car. Give blue sparkles some slack. 🙂
siggiofmaine
Imelda…
thanks for the comment…Blue Sparkles is given slack…has been a good car…and the roads here near Bar Harbor are wicked in the spring. It’s more a negative for t he car maker to put cheap rims on the tires so they had to be replaced instead of just bent back…not her fault.
Thanks again, for the nice comments
Peace,
Siggi
Sabio Lantz
Some think naming machines is silly — I say it is magical — as you have demonstrated
siggiofmaine
Sabio,
When I saw her gleaming and sparkling in the lot, I realized the color was special and when I bought the car, she just screamed out for a name !
Thank you for the comment ☺♥
Siggi
Rowan Taw
I’ve named all the cars I’ve had (Rubens, Iolo, Bill, and now Monte), and now with the latest technology they seem to be virtually talking back. Good to hear even older cars have a voice!
siggiofmaine
Rowan,
I have never named a car before…called most of t hem “Sweetie Pie”, but no real name. This car just screamed out “Blue Sparkles” … a bright clear cobalt blue with some type of sparkles in the paint that twinkle in the sun light.
All my cars have had voices…I wouldn’t get a car that didn’t “speak” to me☺
I don’t have many plants now,but most of my plants have been named.
People find that more odd than naming a car !
Thanks for the comment.
Peace,
Siggi
claudia
so lovely how you give the car personality..you know..my first car was a yellow beetle and oh i used to talk to him…smiles
siggiofmaine
Claudia,
Oh, a yellow Beatle… there is a gorgeous one that drives by my house often ! Will send good wishes your way every time I see it… it is VERY pretty a yellow. Just like sunshine.
charlesmashburn
Siggi! You know “Old Blue”?? That’s what I call my old pickup, and I thought you were writing about it, except, she doesn’t sparkle much these days; the paints peeling off the top and hood. But, she’s old in pickup years–13, so it’s to be expected, I reckon.
Loved your poem, Siggi!
siggiofmaine
Charles
what a lovely name for a an old pickup…”Old Blue”. My car really does sparkle in the sunlight…there are specks of something that twinkle in the sunlight ! I think my car is a 2004…and new to me. In good shape…especially after the engine was taken apart and put back together looking for anything that might cause a problem in the future. Fingers and toes crossed !
Thanks for the comment…
Peace and love,
Siggi
brian miller
def count your blessings….nice personification of the car, it is interesting to think that in the waning days a car might be self conscious about how many times it is going to the shop…trying to be good so they stay in favor…
siggiofmaine
Brian,
Thank you for the nice comments. These two trips to the road were caused by road debris … and the expensive tire repair by cheaply made, expensive to replace rims from the manufacturer that could not be repaired, but replaced. Sigh.
Peace,
Siggi
Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
With a name like that you will be reverred and admired. 🙂
viv blake
Oh such sadness – my ageing body empathises with every word. Perhaps the comfort of being displayed in a museum as an ancient artefact would salve the hurt. Children will come and admire your sparkle.