Stories are stitches of memories sewn together.
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Stories are stitches of memories sewn together.
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| List created by Rebecca Herzog |
Imagine a brisk, sunny spring day with a bit of wind. I search for the osprey nest at the nearby Marine Nature Study Area. It can be seen from far away because it's built on top of a huge pole in the preserve. A lone guardian pensively stands by the huge bird-crafted nest of twigs. While I have never seen the birth of the baby ospreys, I know that their nest is visited often and photographed by many.
Last Thursday, as I reviewed Irene Latham's new book, This Poem Is A Nest, on Stop #8 of the Blog Tour, my thoughts returned to the osprey nest I saw during spring. Irene's poetry book takes the reader through the building of a nest (poem) in spring and its development up to the winter season. Using Irene's source poem, Autumn, I am on a hunt to find nestlings, small poems, within the original nest poem. With the help of Buncee, I captured what I saw at the nature preserve but added a touch of autumn to bring an imaginative flair to the scene.
With faith, ospreys fly solo in autumn.
I follow their wordless flight to build my own nestling.
In September did you watch how nature ushered in the fall season?
On a particularly warm day, I noticed a simple leaf delicately falling to the ground. Its dancestep movement drifted in with graceful choreography. A gentle puff of wind urged the tiny leaf to sway and swirl in a poised, descending manner. A quick swoosh of breeze added a touch of music to quicken the pace. I was in awe of nature's gentle touchdown to the ground.
I took two words, dance and step, pressed them together, and created a new adjective to fit both my poems. Above the photo I attempted a haibun and below it a tanka.
Thank you Irene Latham for Tips From a Nest Builder: How To Find Nestlings in your new book, This Poem Is A Nest. You can read more about Irene's unique poetry book at my book review on the #ThisPoemIsANest Blog Tour here. Leave a comment there and enter the raffle to win a copy of Irene's book.
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Autumn Breath Nestling
I'm joining the Poetry Friday Roundup in Switzerland this week at wee words for wee ones. Bridget Magee, our host is serving her once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
Autumn has appeared with its "coolcrisp"* days but for today summer still seems to be in the air with the debut of Irene Latham's newest book, This Poem Is A Nest. Sunshine and warmth are bathed in this book's descriptive words and imaginative poetic nestlings. "Delightful" is a single word of praise chosen by Kirkus to describe this engaging book so let's see why. (*one of Irene Latham's lovely new "pressed together", unique words)
Come join me as I take a look at this small-sized, amazing poetry book, unlike others. What is crafted inside is a beautiful 37-line poem taking the reader through the building of a nest in spring and developing the thoughts through the winter season. From this imaginative beginning, 161 little nestlings, small poems, fly out not from robin blue eggs but from Irene Latham's creative writing talent. Within the four source poems and the nestlings, Irene sparks joy, both for herself and the reader, while introducing a new concept, nest-poems.
"What fun to play with words, to arrange and rearrange, and to watch some of them learn to fly!"
As you open your heart to this experience, I hope you will find that there is nothing more joyful than discovering yourself and the world in a poem-nest. -Irene Latham
A true sign of strength is resilience and courage in the face of hostility, danger, or any issue that comes our way and either overwhelms or interrupts life. As global citizens, we have been faced with the after-effects of a monstrous virus, COVID-19. It has seeped into our nation and interrupted our lives, thus, changing the course of humanity with a new normal pattern of living.
Families share their home space with their work lives. Children find schooling either online in front of a computer, face-to-face in classrooms equipped with plastic shields and hand sanitizers, or in a hybrid model. Masks are expected to be worn to contain the spread of a disease that holds no boundaries. Yet, in this upheaval of life, a sense of humanity toward each other needs to grow from the center outward. in addition, a reverence for the earth must be rekindled to slow down anxiety-producing feelings of quarantine life. As resilient survivors of a not-expected lifestyle, we need to seek ways to transverse the gnarled paths of life in search of optimism.
In a world of masked moments and little travel, summer photos and poetry provide us with global adventures, albeit virtually. Join me in the final Embraceable Summer Gallery Walk. Applaud the beauty of summer and its alluring call.
Do you remember pre-pandemic, summer concerts or gatherings?
I spent my #QuarantineLife summer without ever stepping in the ocean.
Share in the wonder of sunrises and sunsets by clicking on Summer's Enduring Beauty and Summer's Enduring Beauty Part 2.
Each month, I set aside time to meditate with Spiritual Journey Thursday friends. We engage in reflective moments to reach a level of spiritual awareness through blogging. Our host, Margaret Simon, has asked us to meditate on the following Enneathought of the Day.
"Consider the Holy Ideas today: No matter what type you are, in Holy Love, our sense of separateness dissolves, and we know ourselves as arising from the brilliant light of Divine Love that creates and sustains the universe."
When I meditate, I try to stay mindfully in the moment but that is difficult. As a measure of self-love, I feel that I need to engage in this practice more than I do to lower internal stress. During Sunday Mass last week, I listened intently to the sermon to find meaning in the words. I wanted to take away a feeling of peace that would permeate my day and last during the week. The homily and the above quote have encouraged me to reflect deeply and bring peace and love to daily life.
After Tuesday night's first Presidential Debate 2020, the following small poem is appropriate.
Love is needed in this world, not criticism and disrespect as shown during the debate.
The above poem is a new poem type for me introduced by a fellow poet, Jone MacCulloch. An Arun is a fifteen-line poem in three sets of five lines. Each set of five lines follows the same syllable structure: starting with one syllable and increasing by one (1/2/3/4/5 — 3x).