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Keeping current in wellness, in and out of the water
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blooming in unison with stars, moons and constellations
each petal says something unique as it opens to the sun
fleeting art of the garden speaks directly to the soul
translation is not needed or available for the subtle message
of color, light, scent, flavor and soft petals dropping to the ground
To ride the poetry train in April check the poet participants’ sites here.
Poppy pollen is a magnet for the bees
Outfitted with tiny sacks on their legs
To carry pollen back to the hive
They work the center of the blossom
Harvesting the precious particles
Loaded with heavy fragrant flower dust
The flight home is an odyssey for a hero
At the end of her brief and useful life
Wings flutter with all their might
Enjoy reading and writing poetry during the month of April here.
My next door neighbor Heidi is the perfect friend
Back fence border crossing is a frequent event
We share garden cuttings, flowers, seeds, and fruit
We taste each others’ recipes, passing portions of special foods
Each year at Passover I accept her yeast and other puffed up sin
I take it to my house so her great symbolic unleavening can begin
I am richly rewarded for turning cookies into nothing
I receive a container of Heidi’s haroset, the mortar of the Seder
Chocolate and cinnamon sugar covered matzoh bites are also my to savor
It is such a deal, believe me, to have my favorite items catered
No sweet red wine or reading all night, I am simply favored
Jump on the poetry train and ride for free all month in April here.
Plants connect to us and each other in magical expressions
Subtle healing, warnings, prophecy, psychic communications
Signature of each season and offering can be read like a heavenly
Treasure map aligned with our purpose as well as the cosmic
Meditation with a flower provides insight into the fleeting moment
Petals form quickly then begin to fall, revealing seeds of the future
During the month of April please join us for poetic reading, writing, and good old down home enjoying right here.
Renew belief in daily magic and mystical retreat
Throw caution over the cliff into the turgid water far below
If time waits and your ideals simmer on low heat for too long
Regret and confiscated creativity will overshadow your talents
Hourglass of weakening resolve spills multi colored sands
Through the narrow opening, sliding down toward eternity
With clear, smooth and unequivocably final gravitas
Find poetry fun all month here.
Alchemy begins with me, a vessel for every need and purpose
My heartbeat connects to ancient chains, invisible bonds, and flying
Rhythmic rangers ride through dreams, telling tales of other planets,
Hold on to the reins and plot your flightplan, check your engines,
Clear the active runway for take off and ascend to your fated glory
Read write, enjoy poetry all month here
Hawks and hummers build peace on earth in the pine tree
Nesting next to each other for social and security reasons
Flying out at dawn in search of different kinds of sustenance
Flowers gently lift their cups of nectar while mice scatter and hide
The tree takes care of hidden family members not yet prepared to fly
Above our heads and beyond our vision the world revolves and evolves
For more fun during the month of April, hop on the poetry train, which has just pulled out of the station.
Born to be together, nobody would ever guess
How destiny had formed their souls into a perfect fit
He is concerned with systems, mathematics, digital hacks
She is an intuitive healer, in possession of everything he lacks
They found themselves in Big Sur, a classic hippie venue
Aires attraction brought them in sync, and the magnetism continues
Sharing a birthday on April first these lovers celebrate diversity
Cherishing home grown romance, more abundant with each anniversary
These fools know the secret in taking risks is usually on the surface
Be the lover you were born to be by ignoring what makes others nervous
Happy birthday to my favorite foolish couple!
Please enjoy the poetry party this month by clicking here. Read, write, recite…be corny, gentle readers. There is no such thing as too corny.
Today I am preparing for the verbal marathon of #NaPoWriMo, during which I will produce 30 poems in 30 days. April in Arizona is a very rapidly changing display of flower to fruit to summer heat. We have hit 90 already and are staying just below that 90 degree mark for our high temperatures this week. Wild flowers and cactus blossoms are liberally painting the desert with saturated colors. Nights are cool, with a drastic differences between the low and high temperatures. Our climate is one of extremes, and we seem to be drifting into ever more unpredictable weather and endless drought. By May the heat will keep many folks inside for most of the day. April, however, is the perfect time to enjoy the outdoors and appreciate nature. My preparation to become a poet has fostered a schedule change in my routine. I started going to the gym as soon as I awake in order to log my exercise and clear the slate for the middle of the day. Much to my delight my gym is not yet very crowded at 6:30 in the morning. I hit the weight room, take a walk along the river, then linger in the steam room as long as I can. The accomplishment feels good, but the steamed clean body is also a wonderful benefit. I leave feeling uplifted and energetic. I had such a great time today I am sure it will be easy to implement this new routine for April, and maybe for the entire summer.
I have been gathering my strength as well as my supplies for this challenge. I have a few notes, some art I have been preparing, and a notebook for freehand writing. I normally do all my composing on a laptop or iPad, but all the poets say longhand unlocks a certain part of the brain not accessed on a keyboard. I am interested in illustrating my own poems, so I will jump back and forth from paper to digital formats in creating the visuals. Anything goes. I am not educated in all the themes and forms that poetry takes. I always end up in iambic pentameter if I make up a rhyming ditty out loud (limerick style). On paper it is fun to write in different colors, applying doodles, notes, mind mapping, or any device that fills and shapes the page. My goal is to stretch creatively in both my written and visual material. I am looking forward to reading the other participants poems because I know from past years that is where the real inspiration occurs.
I am also setting up my sewing machine on my office desk for daily use. I believe that creativity runs in streaks, and to capture it all, one must work in different mediums. I have a stash of beautiful fabric; and who doesn’t like to have new wardrobe options that nobody else has? The tactile, somewhat mathematical activity of sewing a garment is a good balance to word craft. I plan to make clothing suitable for wear at poetry readings and gallery openings, in other words, unusual. I am seeing this challenge as I might perceive a duck that looks and quacks like a duck. If I look and act like a poet, I am on my way:
Following the hashtag #NaPoWriMo will take you to the source. I wish you pleasure, perception, and connection during this special month. Enjoy!!!
Steve Allen and Jack Kerouac
When I read Jack Kerouac’s On The Road the voice in my head insisted on reciting it in an American drawl with a jazz rhythm and haunted tone. Quite why this occurred is a mystery to me but I admit that it certainly added to the enjoyment of the book. Yet on hearing the author himself read the extract above I was blown away. So what made the work of The Beat Generation and Jack Kerouac in particular so enthralling?
For me it’s the depth; the scary extremes; the delving into and compassion for human experience that underpins their expressions. A fascination with the era of the early sixties further fuels my current obsession with The Beats, all of which are brilliantly portrayed in the regularly repeated documentary on Sky Arts 1 which charts the life and work of Jack Kerouac and includes interviews with a number of his contemporaries…
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