Found Poem # 3 – Truth


As promised I will continue to write Found Poems. Please note the attributions.

 

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She reaches up to wash the sky with pale blue

so it will be ready when you need it

Exploring the world within

Is only possible when you are true

the poet said to thyself be true

 

In the corners of my mind,

I watch the clouds move in

Hoping for the cleansing rain they might bring

We need truth to prevail

Clean and fresh to drench our souls

With aromas real and natural

Not the alternatives, no , no

 

We have to learn quiet again

All of us in unison

Still and determined

To reach up and paint a sun filled sky

And not forget to ask, “Why?”

 

Attributes

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/70181445/posts/4420

https://patcegan.wordpress.com/2017/01/28/growing-courage/

https://patcegan.wordpress.com/2017/01/28/our-unknown/

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/53424024/posts/20163

https://jeffschwaner.com/2016/11/26/conversations-i/

 

 

 

Another great find


Melba Christie at Poemattic

In a few posts I have described the things I have found in my attic. Most times my finds bring me back to a time and place I had forgotten about. I love antiques. I started collecting antiques at an early age. My dad loved to go to antique shops; he’d take me with him on his scavenger hunts for “treasures of the past” as he coined them.

During a visit with my daughter we finally had the opportunity to go an antique store housed in an old barn. What a place. You really need a day to see all they have to offer. As I was browsing at all the stuff I came across a 1940’s Royal typewriter. It was just like the one my dad had at home. It was stolen right after he passed away. I was heart-broken because my dad so loved his Royal machine…

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On Friends


Melba Christie at Poemattic

On Friends

Go forth into the busy world  and love it

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interest yourself in life, mingle kindly with its joy 

                                                                                         and sorrows,

 

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 try what you can to do for others rather than what you can make them 

We look good together. We look good together.

                                        do for you,  and you will know what it is to have friends. 

   

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My Poetry and Art


Recently I decided to link my poetry to my artwork via several venues. I published my coloring book in September of 2016, The Secret Life of Mandalas, which is available via Amazon.com.

I have always loved graphic design and making my own greeting cards and other products. Zazzle.com and Threadless.com gave me the opportunity to create my products and use my art and poetry.

I want to thank those of you who have been so supportive this past year. I truly appreciate your comments and feedback.

Occasionally, I will post some of my products as they become available. However, my main focus and labor of love will continue to be writing poetry.

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Tribute to Poet Judith Ortiz Cofer


I met Ms. Ortiz Cofer several years ago at a writer’s conference. I was impressed by her presentation and right away purchased her books. One of which  is Silent Dancing: A Partial Remembrance of a Puerto Rican Childhood. The essays contained therein were fascinating to me. Some events reminded me of my family and things they did to keep dancing in their new environment when they first moved to New York in the late 1949.  Silent Dancing was awarded the 1991 PEN/Martha Albrand Special Citation for Nonfiction. Ms. Ortiz moved to New Jersey from Puerto Rico. In 1967 her family moved to Augusta, Georgia.

She was a poet, essayist, and beloved professor of English. After reading her poems I realized we had so much in common. She wrote about her childhood and growing up in a new culture after her family migrated to live in the United States. For me it was the opposite. I was born here and left to study in Puerto Rico. I also suffered from cultural shock. I had to learn many things about my parent’s homeland and culture and adapt to a new way of life. I have just started writing stories about my experiences and my family. I taught for many years and recently retired as well. She lived briefly in the New Jersey town I taught for many years.

“Among Cofer’s works were “The Line of the Sun,” a novel that was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, and she won an O. Henry Prize for the story “A Latin Deli.” Cofer’s works are also in English literature text books for high school students.”

Sadly, I learned that Ms. Ortiz Cofer died on December 30, 2016 at the age of 64 after battling cancer. She retired from The University of Georgia in 2013 and became ill shortly after. My favorite poems are in her collection of poems The Latin Deli. She was a true role model and I pray that she is resting in peace, silently dancing in heaven. My prayers go out to her husband and daughter.

 

 

Here is an excerpt of one of her poems:

“Blood tells the story of your life

in hearts as you live it;

bones speak the language of death,and flesh thins

with age when up

through the pores rises

the stuff of your origin.”

 

RIP

2017


“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering ‘it will be happier’…” Tennyson was right. Hope always smiles. It cheers us on when we are down and helps us to get through many disappointments.  After all hope is all we can hope for because it is a gift from the divine.  The New Year provides us with a clean slate to start a new chapter in our lives. A new year is full of expectations, resolutions, goals, and dreams to be fulfilled.  But if we falter and or somehow forget our resolutions, give up on our dreams or deny ourselves that great expectation then we can always hope that hope smiles again the following year.

2016 is a year to be remembered for sure.  It was one of many tragic events and one where we all focused on the presidential election. Many greats in the fields of science and the arts passed away leaving a certain void in the world. But life moves on. We can only hope that more great minds are still developing and finding ways to save the planet, cure diseases, and help us to truly understand the purpose of our stay on this earth.

2017 can only be as good as we make it. Maybe we can work together to make it so. Happy New Year.

Thanks to all my followers for your continued support.

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