My course at a standstill,
unknown lines define the path
before, behind me.
in all directions.
potential, all gained,
lost with each turn I take.
With peace of mind
as elusive as resolve,
forward is my only option.
This poem is my response to dVerse – Monday Quadrille – Stand, the prompt from Lisa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word stand in a 44-word poem, with no required meter or rhyme.
The Shortest Distance
Between two points
there lies an understanding
with a principal purpose
Maintaining the proximity
of community through
Respecting my concerns
as I do yours
This was written/created in July 2020 as part of a COVID-19 art anthology/collaboration that failed to materialize. At the time, it voiced my frustration with the public attitude in my area regarding the need for masks as a means to slow the spread of the coronavirus. Six months later, the use of masks in public settings seems to have swung in the opposite direction, but I still see anti-mask stalwarts.
My Video Poem Appears on BCTV
My video poem, “transmission remission,” is featured in the NAP Connection presentation of Spirits of Isolation – January to June 2020, an international exhibition of artwork produced during the Coronavirus Pandemic which was broadcast on 24 June 2020 on BCTV. Mine is the only poem presented and appears at 19:52 of the program, which is 55 minutes in length, but I am just one of the 90 artists featured.
Artists were asked to show how they were surviving during the COVID-19 pandemic through art created from January to June 2020. Hundreds of works of art are seen in the presentation, which includes paintings, sculptures, multimedia art, and photography, with some of the art associated with the lock down and isolation.
My thanks go to Organizers Ron Schira and Lisa Foster for including my poem in this presentation.
NAP Connection is a production of the New Arts Program, Kutztown, Pennsylvania.
BCTV (Berks Community Television) is a public access cable provider in Berks County (Reading), Pennsylvania.
What is so appealing about this ulcer on the American soul,
this anathema to everything that is great about this country,
that anyone would be willing to encourage it to ooze and fester,
just to see it consume whatever flaws they perceive
to be plaguing our society, even as it sows anger and hatred?
Only when it is excoriated, stripped of all its power,
and removed completely, can there be healing.
Footsteps on the shore, your hand in mine.
Water welcomed by sand, welcoming us,
the warmth of waves washing over heart and soul.
The impression of each step taken
where then meets now, but always now.
Once stirred, these emotions will not abandon me.
This is my response to Quadrille #99 – Poems Stirred, Not Shaken
– the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse, which is to use the word stir
in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
Behind the lens,
seldom in front.
So I search,
frame by frame.
Through weddings, holidays,
And there you are,
your love in every frame.
Other video poetry can be found here.
This place is like no other
I make of it what it is
Mind and spirit
No effort too big
No element too small
It is mine, and it is home
Kerfe got me to thinking about robins, so I watched this one for an hour this morning, as it it gathered grass for a nest. And so, this poem. (Off prompt for Day 26 of NaPoWriMo.)
Photo: American Robin (screenshot from video)
Other video poetry can be found here.
heron spied on shore
silver flash in bill, then gone
river rushes by
This haiku is in response to the prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 23, which is to write a poem about an animal.
Image: Great Blue Heron in the Niagara River Gorge, 09 September 2008
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The camera I used for the photo was a small Canon. It also took video, and I actually captured the heron catching a fish. I had been using the camera to upload to YouTube for two years. The video was a small format (320×240) and it was in flash video, so that was the format I uploaded. I found that file today and used a clip to create an mp4 video in 640×480 (thus a slight blurriness) for this video poem.
Expressions of a heart
Until they coalesce
find their way to a page
No longer read only from memory
Yet not all see the light of day
written in safe mode
Painting by Ron Schira ~ Safe Mode #36