National Poetry Month

Melba Christie at Poemattic

April is the month to celebrate poetry. The month has been designated National Poetry Month.  I like to think that with April showers and the beginning of spring comes inspiration and thus more of us may be inclined to pay attention to our muses. I write poems every day. But there is something about spring that inspires me to read aloud my favorite poems and to write more of my own.

The DodgePoetry Foundation is devoted to fomenting the appreciation of poetry read aloud. They sponsor teacher’s seminars called Clearing the Spring, Tending the Fountain, http://www.dodgepoetry.org/schools/spring-fountain/registration-information/ every year. 

Another great site is Poets.org. where you can create your own poetry notebook to collect your favorite poems. Many libraries and book stores sponsor poetry readings this month. Check your town’s local activity calendar.

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Firm Persuasion

Melba Christie at Poemattic

April is National Poetry Month. I will quote from the poets I love and whose verses have guided me through my own journey as a poet. Read a poem to someone you love.

“Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so? He replied, ‘All poets believe that it does. And in ages of imagination, this firm persuasion removed mountains; But many are not capable of a firm persuasion of anything.” – From the Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake

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National Poetry Month

Happy National Poetry Month!

“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” –

                                         – Leonard Cohen

A few suggestions for things you can do to honor the poets of the world.

 
* Read a poem to someone you love.
* Go to Poet.org and learn about A Poem in your Pocket
* Memorize just one line from a poem everyday.
* Post a short poem on Facebook or any other social media format you like.
* Write a poem for someone special.
* Email a poem to a friend.
*Check out your local library for programs that relate to poetry
* Dare to share a live video of yourself reading a few lines from a favorite poem. #mypoetryselfie.
* Finish this line: My heart leaps up when I behold …
and post it to my timeline or messenger and I will collect all into a large poem on April 30 as a culmination of Poetry Month. Write it in any language cause all languages matter.
* Simply make people aware of the celebration.
If you love music then you love a poet. Bob Dylan just received a Nobel Prize for his body of work as a songwriter.
So poetry is always in the air. It is never to late to become a poetry lover. Remember my friends poetry is life and life is poetry. Have a beautiful Poetry Month.

Visit From An Ancestor

 

Grandmother was a young girl

when an ancestor visited her.

A gentle man from her third heritage

with a wooden flute in hand

played a pleasing tune

a soothing sound

to which she gently swayed.

She asked him where he’d come from,

and how he found his way,

He said a butterfly mapped the route

and he followed the nightingale’s song

but most of all it was the love

that still lived in our home.

 

His voice faded slowly away

and he suddenly disappeared

as mysteriously as he came.

 

The sun shone through

and she awoke

and nothing was ever the same.

Grandmother always said she’d hear

the flute in the distance every now and then.

Some days she’d secretly hoped he visit her again.

 

The day she passed I heard the flute

and a songbird sing softly in my ear.

I knew then everything would be fine.

Because love is what it is

and it lives right here with me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Poet of Rock & Roll

“Roll over Beethoven!” How I loved this line. What a visual for a kid who loved both classical and pop music. The one and only “Chuck Berry, the singer-songwriter and guitarist who was one of the architects of rock ‘n’ roll” passed away yesterday at the age of 90. His style and energy will never be forgotten as he held concerts well into his eighties. The poet of Rock & Roll inspired such artists as the Beatles, The Beach Boys and so many others.

I can imagine the scene today in heaven as he joins some of the great legends we have lost lately like Leonard Cohen, Prince and of course Beethoven himself. Rest in peace Mr. Berry.

Chuck Berry

 

 

 

Poetess

I love the sound of poetisa, Spanish for female poet or poetess. In honor of Women’s History Month I must salute my favorite poetisas. I will focus on Emily Dickinson, Maya Angelou, and Julia Burgos.

Emily Dickinson was first introduced to me in seventh grade. My teacher would have been classified as a spinster back then. She was in her late forties and not married. Today she would be a career women and no one would care if she had ever married or not. She was somewhat melancholy and thus I suppose this was her fascination with Emily Dickinson. What I recall vividly about my teacher was her interest in nature and that she was a loner like biographers depict Emily Dickinson.

I remember the poem I wanted to know by heart was “I’m Nobody! Who are you?” It must have been the question that followed that hooked me, “Are you nobody Too?” Perhaps that simply a rhetorical question for the pre-teen soul but why did it resonate with me? After all these years of reading poems by Emily Dickinson I think about that teacher and wonder if she too asked that burning question.

So many books have been written about the life of Emily Dickinson. Three books that I believe are excellent are Lives Like Loaded Guns,  Emily Dickinson: Selected Letters, and The Secret Life of Emily Dickinson. 

To find out more about Emily Dickinson you can find information at the Poetry Foundation website: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/emily-dickinson.

Meet the challenge:

Finish this line from a poem by Emily Dickinson

“I’ll tell you how the sun rose ……”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poet Laureate: Derek Walcott dies at 87.

When a poet dies

Can a crazy world still survive?

Will lavender’s aroma fade suddenly?

I do not know for sure.

But I do know a poet is a little god

that whispers truths forever.

Rest in Peace Mr. Derek Walcott.

Found Poem 4

 

Found Poem 4

 

I’m rooted here not there.

Where, you ask?

Isn’t it obvious?

But knowing me I might not even see the opportunity to know the truth.

 

Let me try again,

I’m rooted here not there.

The grass dampens my feet and I feel free.

Solid ground holds me.

 

The firm turf reminds me

To look up to the sky and

Ask the stars to make my dreams come true.

Dreams are not far.

But we do need to reach out

They are rooted here.

I miss my home’s fragrant grasses.

I’m rooted here not there.

I am not there

But I wonder,

If I should just stay there alone, forever
behind the closed gate.

 

 

Attributions

https://frankhubeny.blog/

https://robertokaji.com/2016/10/26/parting-from-wang-wei-after-meng-haoran-2/

https://seeingthewhisper.wordpress.com/2017/02/08/in-seasoned-dreams/

 

The Secret Life of Mandalas

book-cover

I very happy to announce that my coloring book is now available at www.barnesandnoble.com. Thanks for your continued support.

 

My Crazy Bird

My friend Nina Wilson posted her crazy bird drawing the other day. I believe it was draw a crazy bird day. Anyway, this is my crazy bird. Strictly from my imagination. Thanks Nina for your inspiration. Check out Nina’s great drawings @ https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/

 

 

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Drawing by Melba Christie