– 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

      River canyon (Photo - Louis Osofsky).

      River canyon (Photo – Louis Osofsky).

      ​​Louis Osofsky

      our open-hearted
      life, this pond,
      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 How​ell​-Sinnard

      say anything

      just don’t sit there
      arms folded

      a butterfly
      poised on your nose
      gone forever

      Billy How​ell​-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 listen

      to 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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      Springing into Action (Photo - Diane Mayr).

      Springing into Action (Photo – Diane Mayr).

      Diane May​r​

      boxwood hedge

      the flutter of wings
      and intensive chatter

      sparrows gather
      this spring day, but I did not
      receive an invitation

      Diane May​r​ ​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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      Violets (Photo - Keiko Amano).

      Violets (Photo – Keiko Amano).

      Keiko Amano

      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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      Dandelion (Photo - Keiko Amano).

      Dandelion (Photo – Keiko Amano).

      Giselle Maya

      and dancing grace
      the cranes
      awaken me to spring
      though they meet in snow

      dandelion salad

      jonquils bright
      in March sun

      long 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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      1. Alex Nodopaka says:

        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.


      2. Erika Wilk says:

        denim blue rocks

        bright yellows
        violets and greens

        triumphant nature
        Van Gogh and I smile

        Not only are the photos stunning, each poem is exquisite. Thank you !

      3. Gayle Sweeper says:

        Lovely cherita poems of spring, I enjoyed them.

      4. radhamani Sarma says:

        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.

      5. susandiri says:

        Preciouis words in a precarious time, many thanks, dear Poets/Artists!!

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