POETRY CORNER
– 7/18/18
Hosted by Kathabela Wilson
We fly home tomorrow from our visit to Singapore, the homeland of ai li, who in 1997 created the six line poetic story form: cherita. We are honored to begin our Corner today with a beautiful cherita written for us by her. Then we travel through variations on the theme of ‘Flying’ by other fine poets showing the great flexibility and strength of cherita to tell each of our stories. And we finish with a cherita written especially for us by Larry Kinmel, who ai li calls the godfather of cherita. I hope these wonderful offerings inspire you to write your own cherita stories in the comment box below.
~ Kathabela
ai li
flying in
to mother’s spiritual home
ghost of incensei am sleepless
in this city of old souls
and i’m ten againfor my mother who is sorely missed and for the singapura of my childhood
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Pat Geyer
one more
long plane trip…
caravan of dreamsflies to the mystery
of a continent
filled with intrigueΟ
chasing
around
a pegasus…up then down
following a dream
i fly out of my bed
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Michael H. Lester
If only I had wings
I would fly like Icarus
too close to the sunand fall gratefully
into the arms
of the deep blue sea
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Chrissi Villa
another plane
taking off
to a new horizonI lose count
of the journeys
I was too afraid to takeChrissi’s Cherita first appeared in the cherita vol 1 : 5 oct 2017 FALL
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Jackie Chou
bottom of a charred stump
bare branches
shaped like a bird in flightthe pelican’s story
waits to be told
in another still life
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Maureen Sexton
I used to dream
about my daughter flyingshe would rise from her wheelchair
float up in the sky
and fly away into the cloudsnow, I just want her to come back
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Peter Jastermsky
a dream of flying
follows a dream
of fallingthe mist in the valley
meets us
halfway
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Larry Kimmel
I doze
and levitate tree highover the old once family farm
those picnics
how the tables groaned
those far ago fond faces
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ai li who lives in the U.K. and Singapore, created the cherita in honor of her grandparents who were great storytellers. Born in June, 1997, this new short form is 21 years old. ai li is founding editor of the cherita journal. She encourages us all to tell the many stories of our lives in this powerful, concise, and creative way.
Pat Geyer, in New Jersey, says: “My friend flew to Istanbul. She often goes there and I wrote a cherita for her. Then, this morning, half awake, I heard a Cooper’s Hawk outside my window. I flew out of bed to get some photos of the hawk. Got them!”
Michael H. Lester, who lives in in Los Angeles, California says: “I flew spy missions in the far east as a Chinese linguist. Enemies came to attack us but American jets intercepted them in airspace over Taiwan strait, circa 1968.
Chrissi Villa, in North Highlands, California says: “When I was younger, I was afraid of adventures, taking risks, and adjusting to new places. Now I have a strong desire to explore the world.”
Jackie Chou says of her cherita “is a poem juxtaposing the bird image created by the branches and a real bird–a pelican–which appears in several of Robert Stewart’s other paintings. The two take flight, both literally and in the imagination of the poet. Yet, ironically, their movements are somehow halted as they are objects in ‘still’ lives. I live in Pico Rivera, California.”
Maureen Sexton, of Western Australia says: “My daughter, Kathy Adair, was an inspiration to everyone who met her. She loved music, art, and always lit up a room with her infectious smile. She won several art awards and now has an art award named after her. The ‘Kathy Adair Art Award’ is awarded to the most improved artist with disabilities in Western Australia. She achieved so much in her life. She was non-verbal and confined to a wheelchair. I know she was frustrated by her limitations, but never allowed it to hold her back. Kathy passed away on July 30, 2016, at age 39. Her memory will live on forever.”
Peter Jastermsky lives in Irvine, California. He says “There is a tribe that encourages its children to have a dream about flying if they’ve dreamt of falling, Most of us know the experience of “falling” while drifting off to sleep, and the subsequent jumping, or attempting to take flight, in order to compensate for the sensation.”
Larry Kimmel, of Greenfield, Massachusetts muses: “I don’t know if levitating counts as flying, but from boyhood on I’ve always dreamed of that. Still on my bucket list. Maybe if I meditate well and long enough…or space out on this stir of maple leaves.” See Larry Kimmel on cherita.
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♣ You can add your contribution to our Poetry Corner in the form of a cherita, in our comment box below.


















Thank you dear poets for your wonderful responses!! I love the cherita you wrote here Charles and Bemita. Perhaps they can initiate themes of coffee and icebergs. And Alex yours for a zoo or pig theme?? You are as endearing and silly as ever.
Thank you dear Larry and Michael for your great collaboration. Each of you became my traveling companions in Singapore. We fly home today…
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we carry on
light suitcases of cherita
and fly
the stories
of our lives folded
with dreams
I always enjoy reading Poetry Corner. How beautiful the Cherita. I have written one or two before but this is my one for today.
over thirty years
it came twice in one week
a levitation experience
sky so blue, grass so green
and the wonder of an iceberg
in a calm blue sea
Thank you for including me in this tribute to the cherita, Kathabela. How fitting to begin with ai li and end with Larry Kimmel!
Note to Larry- I, too, have dreams of levitation—walking on air, higher and higher. Sadly, I wake up in bed and soon discover I can still only jump an inch off the ground, landing flat-footed with a great thud.
thank you kathabela for all your tireless efforts in re: to cherita & other short form poetry. it was a joy to read this 7-18-18 issue of poetry corner this morning. congrats to all my fellow cherita-poets. 🙂
I fly to the kitchen
in my dream
awaken by the coffee pot
first cup
just the beginning
another new day
The Drinking Cherita
I have one shot and fly.
After the second shot I rise high
and when I have a third one
I become a levitating pig
and it’s that hog that empties
bottoms up the Vodka bottle.