poetry

Late to the Poetry Party

National Poetry Month-April 2015
National Poetry Month-April 2015

 

We’re a week into April, designated as National Poetry Month, and I’m late to the party–the poetry party.

Poets, and poets who don’t know it are celebrating with Poem A Day, PAD’ing for a week.

I have no excuses, only a humble poem (excuse) to offer.

 

The words weren’t ready

the feeling wasn’t there

to pick up a pen

and write pretty words

write a bright poem

one for spring,

flowers, bees, and such things

The heart didn’t remember

April had come and

poetry had sprung

but was content to wallow

in the winter doldrums,

hiding words in a hibernating heart

waiting for a reason

to impart.

Here’s a list of poetry party goer’s who I follow and that you may enjoy:

Kelli Russell Agodon – Book of Kells. She’s giving away free poetry books!

Himani B – Tenderheartmusings.

Andrea Beltran – enjoy her list of published poems on her page.

JohnCoyote – Poetry, Story, and Real Life.

Frausto – UP! urban po’E. Tree (s): Poet, Teacher, Librarian.

Paul Lenzi – Poetry and Polemics.

Per Mare – She uses gorgeous photography with her poems.

Jeff Nguyen – Deconstructing Myths: Social Justice is Built One Idea at a Time

Margo Roby: Wordgathering and prompts.

I have not exhausted my list of poets. I add one or two each time I come across a blog post on WP that I enjoy.

Share a poet site, or two, in the comments. The more the merrier.

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Poetry Love

Writing poetry-gettyimages.com
Writing poetry-gettyimages.com

 

Many of you know that April is National Poetry Month. It’s a ‘newbie’ month, at only 18 years old.

Everywhere I turn there’s a ‘challenge’ of some kind: Poem A Day, NaPoWriMo, Poetic Form Challenge…okay, I’ll stop now.

There’s even a Poem in a Pocket Day on April 24th.

This one looks like a lot of fun and a good way for the single men to meet women and single women to meet men (Poem in a Purse?).

I’m such a newbie poet that I can’t (don’t) want the PAD or NPWM tests.

But, what  I am challenging myself to do is one or two poems every Wednesday. I can do that.

Besides writing one of my own poems, I’ll post one that has caught my eye from either a poetry book I own or one I see from the poets I follow. Sometimes I’ll have three poems up.

Also, I’m single, so maybe I can get the nerve to participate in Poem in a Pocket Day. Oh, darn, I just remembered that is the day I fly to Albuquerque, New Mexico for the Gathering of Nations Pow Wow.

Well, men in the airport terminal, on the plane, and at the hotel beware of the poem in my pocket or purse.

So now on to a poem I wrote last month.

Arrow to the heart-gettyimages
Arrow to the heart-gettyimages

 

Pierced Heart

 

We hold on,

fill our heart with stuff,

pack and stack every hurtful

incident, innuendo,

pain never erased,

never forgiven,

only stored

down in the depths

until we escavate

buried un-treasure

for rocks and arrows,

which find their way back

to our heart

 

Mona AlvaradoFrazier©

 

My favorite poem, for this week, is from Sabra Bowers of Later, Miss Slater.

She participates in the Sunday Whirl, a challenge which gives 12 words as prompts that a poet turns into a poem.

 

Honeysuckle

she leaves honeysuckle to weave
its tangles around forsythia branches
knowing the fragrance soothes her southern soul

with scented memories of a long-ago girl
who pulled wild honeysuckle blooms 
and sucked their sweetness

 

Sabra’s poem is lovely. Take a look at her other Sunday Whirl poems. I wonder if I can call my Wednesday posts, Wednesday Whirls? POW’s? (Poems on Wednesdays)…okay, I’ll stop now.


 

 

 

 

 

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Braiding Words into Poems

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It was at the AROHO retreat when words began to jam the inside of my head, seeking the way out, like never before. I wrote my first poem while I was in a workshop with Jillian Lauren , who taught “Writing on the Edge.” Two days later I had two more poems. I thought in verse without knowing or trying.

Maybe it was the gorgeous landscape around me, coupled with the synergy of wise wonderful women (bien Chingonas) attending the retreat, or maybe it was the spirit of Ghost Ranch and the motto of New Mexico: “The Land of Enchantment.”

Since returning from New Mexico, five weeks ago, six more poems have leaked out of me. The one below came to me in the middle of the night, a few days after I returned from AROHO. My critique group, Women Who Write, helped me form the poem into something a little more coherent.

The original name of the poem was Braids, but today, in honor of National Poetry Day and NPMonth, I retitled it to post on a blog I happened to stumble upon, Poetic Bloomings. The task was to write a poem about composing a poem. The prize is a book of poetry (and you know I love free books).

Poems

Braid words
to reach across
expanse of experiences

Pull together strands
of pain, joy
sadness, hope,
wisdom, love
bit by bit, strand by strand

Form strength
tighter, stronger, thicker
criss cross
hand over hand
fingers nimble
fast, slow

Pull together
thick cords
ropes of strength

Sycamore trees, Oxnard, CA
Sycamore trees, Oxnard, CA

On my walk yesterday,  I came upon a Sycamore, usually the only trees in the whole neighbor and my coastal city, which give evidence that autumn has arrived. Among the palm trees and drought resistant plants, the Sycamores stand out in their demise, brilliantly. A red leaf dropped in front of me and ‘walked’ like a starfish across my path.

Starfish on Asphalt
Starfish on Asphalt

Starfish on Asphalt

From the depths of an ocean

coastal winds blew you near

a starfish on asphalt

for me to see.

Crawling,

moving towards others,

huddling in the cold,

dying in color.

A fish out of water

to return

next spring

huddled leaves
huddled leaves