Words of Healing ~ gogyohka & sijo

collection of poems
in heartfelt delivery
friends from near and far
hear labor of love in words
poetry reading

I wrote a gogyohka this morning, then realized
I could use the same theme to write a sijo to respond to
Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Challenge #44: Overcome.

Words of Healing

Searching both heart and soul,
       a poet finds words of healing.

Held close at first, they come alive
       when read to a circle of friends.

Recovery follows loss,
       as a gentle rain quenches a drought.

Listen ~ quadrille

Listen

A voice carries, soft
as the words it holds,
edged when they demand.
You want to know more.

Look into the poet’s eyes,
and see the weight of the words?
Or look away, and feel them
float through you?

Listen, and you will know.

I attended the Open Mic Poetry Reading at Gumbo Bottoms Alehouse, last night.
(photo from Jan. 10 reading)

This poem is my response to Eyeing the Quadrille #147, the prompt from Björn at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word eye in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.

A Poet’s Voice

A Poet’s Voice

Thoughts flow
from page
or screen,
smoothly, even when
in juxtaposition. That is

poetry. You may experiment
with inflection, reading it
aloud, wondering
how the author meant it
to be heard. You learn

for yourself, her nuance
making it clear,
when she turns
the page
and speaks.

 Off-prompt for Day 29 of National Poetry Writing Month/Global Poetry Writing Month from NaPoWriMo 2017.
Photo:  Cleopatra Mathis at The Unbound Book Festival at Stephens College, Columbia, Missouri – 22 April, 2017

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Pressing Matters

pressing-matters

Pressing Matters

I do accept,
indeed appreciate,
this wonder of poetry
reaching me from the ether
to settle on my monitor
or Kindle,
something only imagined in
my youth and early adult years
and only in fantastic stories,
ironically,
on printed pages bound and found
on a shelf.

But, oh how I enjoy
reaching for that shelf,
for bound volumes
holding page after page of poetry,
both classics and instant classics,
and the sense that
they can speak to me at any time,
with the mere turn of a page
held there in my hand,
their words having
a new-found immediacy courtesy of
the awakening delivered by
the poetry received through the ether.

My poetry collection is not extensive, and I should access it more often, but I do enjoy the whole tactile experience and the time spent reading and rereading a line to absorb its impact, regardless of the impatience of the page waiting to be turned to reveal more. Thankfully, monthly issues of Poetry draw me back to the printed page, as do occasional gifts of poetry.

Eyes Wide Open

Eyes Wide Open

imagination
stars brought to life on the page
mentors to a child

Isaac, Arthur, Ray
open the eyes of a child
hope found in the stars

guides in a child’s eyes
Asimov, Bradbury, Clark
captains of the stars

This haiku series is my response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #82, with the two word prompts of star and child.

Upon reading Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury and Arthur C. Clark as I became a teenager in the mid-sixties, I came to see the stars in a whole new light.

Image source: NASA & ESA, via Astronomy Picture of the Day, January 24, 2016