Showing posts with label septercet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label septercet. Show all posts

Saturday, March 20, 2021

A Spring Peek

winter blew its deepest breath
hoping to hold its reign
as it blustered in today

fireplace turned on for warmth
hot tea, oatmeal - comfort food  
for the writer's winter soul 

spring waits nearby for its turn
patiently sharing  earth love 
some daffodils nod hello
©CV, 2021

I'm welcoming springtime while preparing to organize my Winter's Embrace 2021 Gallery.

Sneak Peek from my slicer friend, Brian Rozinsky.

Isn't this scene just dreamy?

Winter, By Degrees

A sweet spot
not too far from freezing,
makes for the biggest, fastest snowflakes,
not alike how this precise angle
pitches art
as nature's mirror.
Words & photo by @brianrozinsky


Sunday, March 14, 2021

Preparing to Close

last day before the closing
scurrying to accomplish
what needs to be completed

tidying rooms to sparkle
leaving house keys for buyers
penning a warn welcome note

saying goodbys to our home
via current photographs
of memorable events

38 years of memories are tucked inside.
I took this photo to remember all the social events with dear friends and family that took place here.

I am ready to let go and begin a new life chapter!



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Thursday, February 11, 2021

Winter Blast #2

Imagine waking to a quiet, cold morning of drifting snowdrops pirouetting in a bright sky. Nature's artistry in motion is visible. Intrigued by the sight, I watch the shifting winds, listen to the whooshing, guzzling noise, and then, see snowflakes, flitting through the air in a haphazard motion.

Winter Embraces Its Second Blast
in the calm quiet
after the first snowdropping
blankets welcomed
©CV, 2021, haiku 
cars crusted in snow wait for the unknown
pristine blankets camouflage
a shoveling nightmare 
©CV, 2021, Kimo 
winter art lines
neighborhood streets-
2021's living gallery
©CV, 2021, micropoem
-Judi Drucker, 2021, Long Island

those indoors watch
the incessant snow dance and plop
on a frozen throne
©CV, 202, haiku
more layers to come
so the meteorologists forecast...
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Laura Shovan's 9th Annual February Poetry Project Continues with amazing writing prompts. Buffy Silverman offered this #naturephoto for participants to ponder.

-Buffy Silverman, 2021, Michigan

Winter Tree

Skin so rugged,

Aged with grace

Mapped with lines

Of winter's face.

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Aging is nature

maturing.

Faced with dignity

Life enduring.

©CV, 2021


Before leaving, I would like to share the Poetry Postcard I received from my poet-artist friend, Michelle Kogan.




Thank you Molly Hogan from Maine for hosting Poetry Friday this week. I'm waiting to see if the Northeast is receives a weekend blast as is predicted. Molly with her key eye for photography will be on the lookout for an interesting winter theme to photograph. In the meantime she offers, some early morning scenes at the beach and the draft of her artist's prayer.

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Poemtober's Blackdraped Evening

During October, when the leaves are tinted with golddust and autumn air is crispclean, the creation of a Poemtober experience becomes a therapeutic, poetic diversion from heaviness hovering over the world. Thanks to my Florida poet-friend, Rebecca Herzog, who originated the Poemtober word list, I offer a seasonal collection of poetry. Inspired by outside decorations found in my Long Island neighborhood, I have gathered a plethora of visual prompts.

Below you will find an eerie-looking gathering of spectral sights that sway under an October blackdraped evening. To enhance the scene and create an illuminated sight, I digitized the original photo. Then, I crafted a septercet poem, a form created by poet Jane Yolen with a pattern of seven syllables in three-line stanzas. 

 "I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey."

  The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Welcome to a Blackdraped Evening Celebration

Specters' Chant

"Trick or treat," we sing tonight
as night sounds cause howling fright
and specters rise from their rest.

Illuminated in white,
hands join in a spooky fest,
calling spirits from the tomb.

Under a blackdraped, night sky
hums of ancient doom and gloom
cause neighbors' woeful outcry.

"Shed your flowing white costume
Return to your earthen bed,
the cemetery of dread."
©CV, 2020

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Because life is full of fears these days, I saw this amazing outdoor decoration and knew exactly what I wanted to create. My etheree is a call to action, do not enter the fear zone! Face fears that haunt your waking hours.

Fears
hover.
Do not let
them enter your
home but face your fears.
They play tricks, ghoulishly
cause weeping, and entomb the
living in a virtual crypt
of trembling trepidation causing
bonechilling frustration and disruption.
©CV, 2020

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From one year to the next Poemtober offer opportunities to revisit thoughts and happenings, and create stories, stitches of memories sewn together. For now, join me for Slice of Life Tuesday at Two Writing Teachers and keep writing. It's National Day on Writing.
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Thursday, August 22, 2019

#DearOneLBH

This week the Poetry Friday community is celebrating the life of Lee Bennett Hopkins at Amy Ludwig Vanderwater's The Poem Farm. I am happy to join the celebration for Lee Bennett Hopkins. Lee has been our poetry champion, a grand anthologist, and talented poet throughout the years and will remain so in years to come.

I offer my humble septercet poem written for a poet extraordinaire who entered my life years ago when I was a young teacher.

Image

poet extraordinaire
anthology creator
grower of poem gardens

you filled many children's minds
with imaginative thoughts,
leaving your heart-print on lives

we honor your legacy
as a beloved writer
who made space for poetry
©CVarsalona, 2019

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Last year, Robyn Hood Black held a Poetry Friday celebration for Lee's birthday at her blog site. I created an invitation to the party and the short poem below.

To Lee,
You have been the consummate poetry champion.
poetry passer
pens crafted thoughts on pages-
master word packer
©CVarsalona, 2018

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Jone MacCulloch suggested finding a line from one of Lee Bennett Hopkins' poems and writing a new poem based on the line chosen. I am using Lee's opening line from a poem in his anthology, I Am the Book, and answering my question, "How should we promote the back-to-school hashtag, #StartStrong, for elementary school children?"

It's poem o'clock
school starts strong-
sing-song
up-down
verb-noun
poems belong!

Ready to rock
to the beat-
read-write
ring-sing
song-ding
Poetry's our treat!
©CV, 2019

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When should we highlight poetry in the curriculum? As Lee said in I Am the Book:
It's poem o'clock.
Time for a rhyme -
tick-tock
ding-dong
bing-bong
or chime.
Poems are
wistful
wish-filled
sublime-
Come.
Unlock a minute
for
poetry time.

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This afternoon, I added my #ditty #poemsong for Michelle H. Barnes' August Ditty of the Month. It was written for my granddaughter and is about waking up in the morning. You can read my poem below but please check out the ditty video I created here.

sweet darling
behind clouds of gray
comes the sun
welcoming
you to greet another day
peek-a-boo hello
©CV, 2019

Thursday, April 4, 2019

Renewal

Yesterday, sunshine brought out the best of what early spring offers: a time for renewal. Landscape crews were buzzing around the neighborhood, revving up their engines, preparing the earth for its rebirth. Winter jackets were shed and sweaters placed in cedar closets. Spring cleaning was the topic of morning talk shows. Everyone was readying themselves for a fresh look on life as the last vestiges of winter were disappearing. 

While the earth was busily preparing for a quick changeover of color from monochromatic gray days to brilliant springtime hues, the heart, spiritual center of the body, was also seeking inspiration. As I looked at my seasonal photos, I thought about the transition from winter to spring, realizing that nature understands renewal!

as spring renews its promise
winter's icy breath softens
restoring nature's balance

Hope finds a resting place in spring, the season of rebirth and renewal. 
This year, it coincides with the Lenten season. 
The following verse brings a message of hope.

Thank you, Irene Latham, for reminding our Spiritual Journey 1st Thursday Community to gather at Dani Burtsfield's blog. I send gratitude to Dani for hosting and posing a question that needs further contemplation:
 "How is the act of renewal making itself manifest in your life presently?"
I have already started sweeping away winter's dust, opening windows, and breathing new life into old routines. With hope in my heart for a spring that restores life and rejuvenates energy, I shall listen and continue to grow in faith. 


During National Poetry Month, voices rise. 


It is my plan to unveil both my Abundant Autumn Gallery and Winter's Embrace Gallery during National Poetry Month. Stay tuned for those vivid displays of nature's enduring majesty. 

This week I wrote poetry daily but due to my second bout of acute sinusitis and professional development commitments, I felt the need to merge my thoughts for two writing communities on this eve of Poetry Friday. 

I am also joining the host of Poetry Friday, Karen Edmisten who is sharing a beautiful poem, Late Echo by John Ashbery, that fits so well with my thoughts tonight. 

"...it is necessary to write about the same old things
In the same way, repeating the same things over and over
For love to continue and be gradually different."



SAVE the DATE for a POETRY TWITTER CHAT
with our Esteemed Poetry Guests, Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong
There will be 3 Giveaways.

I will be moderating for #NYEDChat and would love for our poetry friends to chat with us. Stop by and raise your voices to poetry.

Friday, March 15, 2019

March Musings '19: Climate Change

How many citizens of the world really care about Planet Earth? There is so much beauty surrounding us but yet do we recognize the need to honor our planet and safeguard it for future generations?  Each one of us needs to do our part to preserve the world.

Today, teens across the world answered the call to action and raised their voices as part of a global protest movement for action on climate change. These teens as spokespersons and future citizens are asking us to listen to their thoughts. Shall we?

Alexandria is the 13-year-old #ClimateJustice Activist who is the Co-Leader for @ClimateStrikeUS. Alexandria sent this tweet from New York City today where throngs of teens rallied. 


While I could not attend the NYC rally this morning, I am following the tweets for #ClimateStrike. I have waited patiently for the Twittersphere to recognize this global event as a trending-worthy outcry of #stuvoice from youth across the world. 

Humbly, I offer my poem created with the digital storytelling platform, Buncee as my action step to address the climate crisis issue. I will send this out into the world of social media to shed light on the power of student voice in a world that needs action to generate hope for a bright future.


Please listen to Love Song to the Earth, a hopeful song  praising Earth while noting, "Tomorrow's in our hands now."



Earth's a vessel of beauty
To be safeguarded and loved. 
Tomorrow is in our hands!

Take up the call for action.
Understand its urgency.
Tomorrow is in our hands!
©CV, 2019

I send a thank you to the young advocates led globally by @GretaThunberg for their diligent work as agents of change. I also send gratitude to poet Heidi Mordhorst for informing the Poetry Friday community about this worldwide event. Heidi, as host of Poetry Friday provides detailed information about the movement at her site, my juicy universe. Please visit and then check out Twitter that is being fired up by the #ClimateStrike movement. 


-call to action slice-
Day 15 of 31 days of writing
March Slice of Life Story Challenge

Friday, February 1, 2019

Winter Cold

The weather on Long Island has been fluctuating so rapidly that I need to find humor in the current deep freeze. Last night, we went to dinner and the theater on the north shore of Long Island. The short walk from the car felt like we needed face masks to survive. Clearly, winter is making its mark this January and enjoying the way everyone is responding.

During this past month, Long Island had gray days of what I call Rainuary weather. The sun appeared on and off. Temperatures ranged from mild to bitter cold and with that the sinus pressure in my head built up. As with the past Januarys, a sinus infection may be in store for me so it is time to make light of the extremely cold weather. I was watching the Kelly and Ryan Show yesterday that featured a Minnesota weatherman depicting what a -24 degree day is like. I think you will find humor in this reporting from St. Paul. Reflecting on the comedic reporting, I need to stop thinking that our record chill of the teens is so terrible.


Since the winter weather is what it is, I have turned my thoughts to find beauty in what I see in nature. 

Below is a piece of digital art and a septercet I penned.


I am joining the Poetry Friday Round Up at Tabatha Yeatts' blog, The Opposite of Indifference, as I am eager to read what my colleagues are offering today.