when held back,
seep far into the soul,
the well that is deep inside us,
for the moment
when it is essential
that our innermost emotions
the passion within us
must not be considered shameful,
should we believe
our emotions, when shared,
do not diminish our stature.
and never taken back,
they are always a part of us.
This is my response to MTB: Crowning Crapsey,
the prompt from Laura Bloomsbury at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.
The Crapsey (or American cinquain) is a form of cinquain first written by Adelaide Crapsey. It’s 5 lines are not rhymed, and have a syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2. A Crown Crapsey, then, is a sequence of five cinquain stanzas functioning to construct one larger poem, with each cinquain being a Crapsey. As it happens, my last stanza came to me first.
The wind blowing across the river
whips my face with a cold spray.
My monthly weather report
and update for those I love complete
and my camera safely stowed,
I turn my red cheeks towards
home, warmth returning
with each stroke of the paddle.
Today was not a typical cold January day. But hey! That’s winter in Missouri!
This poem is my response to Quadrille #144: Shivering, the prompt from Merril at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word shiver in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
I have found a light,
like an oasis amidst a landscape
that might be confused with darkness.
So brilliant is her light
that the world around her
is dimmed by comparison.
In it is music that stirs my soul,
thoughts that wake my mind from a slumber,
and a passion that echoes my own.
I follow her course intently
as she moves through the landscape before her,
offering assurance that her light will see her
through the shadows that lie in her path.
The warmth of her light offers me hope
of sharing her brilliance
as she emerges from that darkness.
Written/created ten years ago. Still true today
Shared with Open Link LIVE — November Edition at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.
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.