POETRY CORNER
– 4/04/18
Hosted by Kathabela Wilson
We are still in troubled times, and we must ‘Spring’ into action. Just the slightest movement of our minds makes a difference, makes us -and others- feel better. ‘We want the open-hearted life’ Luis Osofsky points to, we want to appreciate the ‘butterfly poised your nose’ as Billy Howell-Siddard says. We might feel like a ‘caged canary’ as Grace Galton says, but as she points out he’s ‘singing his heart out.’ Like Michele L. Harvey, we want to put down the ‘mending’ and ‘fly.’ There is always the ‘invitation’ in the wings that Diane Mayre listens for, and you may find it under your ‘shadow’ as Keiko Amano does. It is ‘scintillating green!’ as Giselle Maya has found.
~ Smiles of encouragement from Kathabela
Louis Osofsky
our open-hearted
life, this pond,
everything
we do and say
… ripples
Louis Osofsky says: “Amusing, the way in which the landscape and conditions of the environment match our readiness and manifestation of our character. Even at the center of our own existence, the presence of our essence, where some think to be alone, there is no separateness: we are with all the world.”
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Billy Howell-Sinnard
say anything
just don’t sit there
arms foldeda butterfly
poised on your nose
gone forever
Billy Howell-Sinnard lives in Ft Wayne, Indiana. His tanka comes from a difficult time, talking to himself, he shows how to overcome it. ”I wrote this poem thinking of the times I had so much to be grateful for but couldn’t see it right in front of me.”
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Grace Galton
on the first
sunny day of Spring
wild birds pause to listento the perfect notes
of the caged canary
singing his heart out
Grace Galton muses ”the sight of a caged canary has always touched me deeply. Of course, the caged canary does not know he has no freedom. He has been granted a beautiful appearance and a wondrous voice. It is I who am saddened by his imprisonment, but wonder how he would cope if you were free to fly.”
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Michele L. Harvey
another mend
he’s put on my to-do list…
but a spring wind
is unwinding the first buds
and I must fly to greet them
Springing into action, the first green shoots emerging from snow put the poet Michele L. Harvey in mind to do the exhausting work of spring cleaning. Because she moves house twice yearly, from city (Brooklyn) to country (Hamilton, NY) and back again, spring and fall cleaning can be especially challenging. Add a husband of forty years with a backlog of mending and suddenly migrating north to a summer home, hanging laundry in the sunshine seems a pleasure. To this poet and artist, small things like buds unfolding, matter most.
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Diane Mayr
boxwood hedge
the flutter of wings
and intensive chattersparrows gather
this spring day, but I did not
receive an invitation
Diane Mayr questions and answers herself! “Why spring into action? In New Hampshire, we had three nor’easters in three week’s time in March, and the vernal equinox was all but forgotten. But, in the past week, I wake up to birdsong, and it also greets me home from work. Birds have spring-sung me into merriment. I’m ready!”
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Keiko Amano
violets
in the stone step
under my shadow
Keiko Amano alternates living three months in Pasadena and three in Japan. Her multi-lingual curiosity and poetics rooted in Japan and blooming in California give subtle insight and a natural wonder to every interaction.
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Giselle Maya
luminosity
and dancing grace
the cranes
awaken me to spring
though they meet in snowdandelion salad
jonquils bright
in March sunlong lizard tail
out of hibernation
a scintillation of green
Giselle Maya lives in a mountain village in Provence, France. She definitely springs into action in her garden after winter. She loves writing poems and prose in the Japanese genre. She writes daily in her journals: a garden journal with notes about spring surprises in the garden and what to plant and when, a tanka journal, a pillow book and bits of paper to jot down ideas. She writes daily about SHASEI (Shiki), the art of noting the miraculous in our daily lives and writing it down in tanka, haiku, haibun and tanka prose form.
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A Confucian Confusion
All this talk about springs
and the latent season’s Spring
sprung me into a stunning physiological leap
jarring me out of a Zephyrean sleep.
In my dream the sight of a clucking chick
doing her hippy sidewalk schtick
inspired me to schwing
at that beauty I thought was from Beijing
Suddenly I began speaking of xiaoping
and chongqing and kwokshing and tsingtsing
even though I knew of that tongue nothing
except that that chick was vely vely chalming.
rotflmao
denim blue rocks
bright yellows
violets and greens
breathtaking
triumphant nature
Van Gogh and I smile
Not only are the photos stunning, each poem is exquisite. Thank you !
Lovely cherita poems of spring, I enjoyed them.
What if thistles
Of life Prick you to bleed
go by pond to rhyme
open yourself to skyward
worship free spirit in air
In the vast Amphitheatre of our life, its existence, entrance and exit play vital roles;
let all the troubles and wintry moods of pitfalls be chased through this door of Exit,
in troubled times, free your spirit and let all positive flow of energy synthesizing hope
and creativity and prosperity enter via Entrance gateway. Come out into this broad
open field with open heart to free your enslaved spirit.
Preciouis words in a precarious time, many thanks, dear Poets/Artists!!