POETRY CORNER
Black Melange by Robert Stewart.
– 3/07/18
Hosted by Kathabela Wilson
We all have wished for wings, and since this is an impossible task for us humans, we watch for wings, feel the wonder, are moved as they stir the air, and wish for more. These winged poets are all writing “cherita” a short story in the form of: one line / two lines / three lines. It amazingly captures the essence of an experience, in a tiny story form. Watch the wings of seasons transform themselves, inspire us to change ourselves, invite us to feel more deeply, find humor in our experience and to see life itself as full of transformation.
~ Kathabela
Blanc Melange by Robert Stewart.
Grace Galton
mid-winter night
awaking to rain I remember
a sliver of dreama fresh new day
through meadow mist
comes a flutter of wings
Grace Galton lives in a very small village in Somerset on the levels not far from Glastonbury Tor, famous for the seat of King Arthur and the knights of the round table. She says: “I lost my husband 14 years ago and there have been so many coincidences with butterflies since then, it seems they represent his soul which makes me very happy.”
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Pat Geyer
cloudless sulphur moth flutters
white wings dust
brown and green shadows…near the edge of winter
early march
snow flakes danceΟ
now, from a branch
golden
leaves fly…then, in spring
butterfly wings
will flutter
Pat Geyer lives in East Brunswick, New Jersey. She says: “A Winter of white changes into a Spring of color. Dancing from one season to another, wings flutter through my garden with new life.”
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Shelagh Morrison
wintery afternoon
she dives into the ice-cold water
sending up a squadron of outraged duckyip yip yip
quack quack quack
her coat festooned in icicles
Shelagh Morrison likes to tell a story with a twist in the hope of raising at least a wry smile. Living in Scotland, she is stimulated by reading the work of others, nature and observations.
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Billy Howell-Sinnard
clouds
are scarce
my shadow walks alonebends low with ease
loses itself in the dark
fluttering of wings
Billy Howell-Sinnard loves in Ft Wayne, Indiana. He says: “I wrote this thinking of the dark as a relief, a coolness, and the fluttering of wings unseen, a slight breeze, maybe even death in a positive way.”
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Josette D’Orazio
Comes the Fall
Turning of leaves
the feeling of dyingSpinning seeds of Maple, Ash, and Pine
descend like fluttering wings
a promise of rebirth
Josette D’Orazio lives in Pasadena, California. She says: “I am forever and always in awe of the Fall, what seems to die is only sleeping.”
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Ariel, oil painting by Robert Stewart.
Robert Stewart is a lifelong L.A. fine Artist and photographer as well as a prolific poet. He looks at life with sensitivity, originality, wry humor, and resilience. His art can be seen ongoing at the Arbor Academy (formerly Colonnade). His retrospective exhibit “BIG” includes 150 artworks and can be seen in Kathabela and Rick’s Living Room Gallery. Robert celebrated his Birthday this past Friday, March 2nd.
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Your poetry corner got me inspired… ah! Thank you kindly & I don’t have to fight the traffic by posting here but I sure miss your delightful & wonderful group. I even wrote a couple more all based on my watching water.
Beautiful Alex! I would like to include this in one of our Poetry Corners maybe it will be mirrors? Thank you for reading and commenting and… there is nothing we like better than a good comment in poetic form!!
Thanks for introducing me to Cherita… a marvelous gal she is!
She flies under the water
without flapping a wing
when in reality
she grazes its depthless abyss
gliding over a mercurial surface
perfectly mirroring herself