Poetry Corner with Ivy and Friends: Poet of the day Deborah Blount

GETTING TO KNOW THE POET

Tell us a little bit about yourself, Deborah.

I'm mostly an artist, but I love to write my thoughts too sometimes. Occasionally I will combine my words along with my art. 


What inspires you to write poetry?

I am inspired by life, by the things that happen to us along our journey. The things and people we see along the way. I've been doing both writing and drawing all my life. Sometimes one will "take over" more for a while and then the other one will; meaning I kinda shift back and forth between words and art. Although both are powerful forms of art, arent they? 



When people read your poetry, what is it that you would like or hope they understand about you through your words?

My hopes are to engage the viewer and/or reader to examine their own deepest (and many times) darkest fears, passions, dreams and experiences, bringing them to the surface. My poetry, like my art, is many times steams of conscious style. Meaning I write and draw from deep within. 

POETRY BY DEBORAH BLOUNT

Poem #1 

Sweet sickly 

Summer heat

Shadows burn 

Yellow moon

Turns

Dark dream years

Play delicate

Delay in 

Vision-smeared 

Gardens of decay

Jasmine garden 

Hot white delicate

Steel glaring

Into late harsh night. 

Poem #2 

Hillside clutter

Filled with 

Happy senseless 

Clone families

Regurgitated

By the latest Technology

Dirty skies hazily seen through

Lifeless window frames 

Dull and limp forms appear

Moving through

Subconscious panes 

Of existence 

Dry insensitive ancient life forms

Connecting one to the other 

Winding in stupid, lazy spirals

Like shadows buried wide and deep

Trying to penetrate my restless sleep. 

Poem #3

Hey you! Blending into mural-painted wall

Graffiti art mixed with flesh 

Trash media

Hopeless. Despair written in his eyes. 

Woman at the stinking bus-stop Rocks herself, swaying, standing at curb's edge. 

Music only in her head, glaze-eyed vacant, intent

Waiting for no one and nothing to come. 

Frosty sun shimmers through rotted leaves

Clouds float in asphalt puddles reflecting

Images of what they used to be. 

Cold hard sun glares angrily through

Windshields smeared dust and ice. 

Passing the sign at the Senior Center that reads: 

"Young at Heart cancelled. No Spaghetti dinner" 

THE POETS FAVORITE POEM

Poet Deborah Blount was asked to share one of her favorite poems and here is what she shared.


What is it about, Jack Kerouac's poetry, that makes him your favorite poet?


Here's just one by Jack Kerouac, one of the Best Writers. These guys, Kerouac, Jim Morrison to an extent, Burroughs, Ginsberg are absolute musts on my book shelf. 

Hitchhiker
"Tryna get to sunny Californy" -
Boom. It's the awful raincoat making me look like a selfdefeated self-murdering imaginary gangster, an idiot in a rueful coat, how can they understand my damp packs - my mud packs -
                 Look John, a hitchhiker"
                 He looks like he's got a gun underneath that I. R. A. coat
                 Look Fred, that man by the road…
      Some sexfiend got in print in 1938 in Sex Magazine" –
                 You found his blue corpse in a greenshade edition, with axe blots.”

Jack Kerouac

THANK YOU! 

I would like to Thank Poet Deborah Blount for introducing herself beautiful poetry to us all. Her art is outstanding and when it's paired with her words, no words can be expressed to show how it all just fits perfectly with one another. I hope to one day be able pick up a poetry book and have it on my shelf. We hope to see more of your work here at the Poetry Corner and online. Good luck, Deborah! 

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