Joanna Lawson
The Inner Voice
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Joanna Lawson at her desk Biography of Joanna Lawson |
The Poet
The best poem I ever wrote was a short one that came to me as a complete poem. ‘A poem/ is a slide/ under a microscope/ a wafer-thin slice/ of now/ or then/ or what might be/ magnified for meaning.’
— Joanna Lawson |
A Gift of Letting Go
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A Poemis a slide |
RevisionWords pruned |
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PerspectivesWriter walks the beach, collecting. Painter stops to frame segments Child squats on the beach |
After Act Iaudience assembles before light dims when last blush of orange orb disappears with an almost empty house Act II begins she paints clouds sky and beach in changing hues |
Sea Gulls
You play the wind |
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“Collateral Damage”Bomb’s blast radiates emptiness. Cries slice the crashing silence. Footsteps pound the ravenous night. The old man hears distant wailing; |
The Missed Piano LessonMy Grade Two music book Mother answers the door; Voices recede to the kitchen As the silence of the piano drowns No music today. |
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CommunicationThe old man shuffles precariously, His grey head turns in panic; Her sprightly steps hurry. Moulded as one, they walk on. |
ReflectionsUnexplored landscapes But conversations Reactions to new events |
ConcentrationThey stood talking in the rain Finally, fingers stop |
Inner Voicesbe still melt into the grove sing a silent song to spring |
photo courtesy of Eleanore Kosydar |
Joanna Lawson with Tower Poetry Editor, Jeff Seffinga |
Joanna Lawson Joanna Lawson was born and raised in the Hamilton region and obtained most of her education here. When she lost her first job as a bookkeeper because she was getting married, she continued her education at Teachers College, following with a B. A. at McMaster and a M. Ed. at Brock. Later she spent two summers at the University of New Hampshire studying writing, poetry, and how to teach reading and writing. |
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