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Poets Love Words!


A tribute to my fellow bloggers


This post is dedicated to many of my fellow bloggers. I used the titles of their blogs to inspire my poem. My wish is to thank my fellow bloggers for their comments and support throughout my tenure here at WordPress. I hope no one is offended if I did not include them this time around. Once again thank you all for your support as I celebrate 8 years at Poemattic.wordpress.com. Happy Blogging!!

A kind of self-portrait by Melba Christie

On the edge of humanity

A place to congregate souls

I found an Alchemist’s Studio

who promised to heal our broken hearts

he warned us about pointless overthinking

because it could lead us to drinking

We all look for a source of inspiration

Sometimes through an open lens

Or even in a poem attic

Where we may find a laughing soul

Truth be told

Just ask the crow on the wire

Where he perches waiting to be called

To the poet’s corner

Or to the Literary Hub

Great muses all meet there

They all know a writer’s soul

and a microcosm explored

the poetry and art of the soul.

So we should stick together

Share our thoughts and the charmed chaos

We may find

Under seedbud, leaf and twig.

We all know

The art of blogging

Is slowly developed

And each time

A fellow blogger “likes’

Or comments on your work

It makes your day worthwhile

About a Beloved Writer and Writing


Toni Morrison passed away at the age of 88 years old. If you want to know about writing and about how writers understand what writing does for the soul then Toni Morrison has some advice for all of us. The following are clips of interviews with Ms. Morrison and some links to articles that are very insightful to say the least. Her work will endure and she will be beloved for many years to come. Rest in peace! You will be missed.

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/toni-morrison-pieces-i-am_n_5d498a3ce4b0244052e1791c

A Found Poem – Closing National Poetry Month


 

A Found Poem

 

Flightless wings

know very well

Authenticity

lives in death

The song of May

reminds us

that Mother’s Day

is near

and a Mother’s fear

grows more today

Because

The Promised Land

no longer sows

Bluebells in the sunshine

Beside the old Trail of Hope

Where I used to collect

my dreams one by one

But despite the awful things

That spread on fields of my mind

I am not obedient;

Conformity is not my thing

I Pray.

I pray for kindness.

and want to spread the word.

Life is Good!

Lift your voice and sing!

Tomorrow will be May again:

Flowers scheduled to be in bloom,

let us forget the words of doom.

And for those who predict only gloom,

Just remember,

Tomorrow is another day.

and soon it will be Mother’s Day!

Let us rake the fears away.

 

As I mentioned in the video I created this Found Poem inspired by some of the titles, words and phrases used in the posts of my fellow bloggers at WordPress.

Attributions:

Pat Cegan

Ricardo Sexton

The Moral Traveller

John Coyote

Liz Bard

The Poet’s Corner

 

Loving Words


Wordle: The Paradise of words

Words are so important. They can rise you up or bring you down to the lowest point ever. They have always captivated me. I cannot let one word go by unnoticed just because I do not know its meaning.

I especially like the ones with soft, sweet sounds. The words that melt your heart. This is why i am proposing a challenge starting today until January 31st. Make a list of the sweetest sounding words you have ever heard. Use the hashtag #lovingwords@poemattic.com.

Let us remember the power of words. Let us use words wisely and make them resonate for the good of humanity.

What Will I Flaunt Today?


What Will I Flaunt Today?

I think I’ll flaunt my old 1929 Royal standard typewriter

I wanted to type this post on my beautiful black upright

but then, I would have to scan the page

and upload it on to my computer

and post it as media or picture to insert.

But then you may not be able to read the post.

Because sometimes the type is a little light.

However, I cannot describe the joy I feel

when I plunk down my fingers

on the keys

that make that unique snapping sound.

 

and the bell rings when the carriage returns

to let me know

There is something to flaunt about .

 

Daily Word Prompt: Flaunt

 

My Mind


Mountain Scene

 

My mind drifts often
Like snow does in a winter storm
It takes short walks to get energized
When it returns
It reminds me of the sweet things in life

It does not allow me to think about the
Times of strife and suffering and of when
Sometimes my soul was not a soul

My mind escapes me occasionally;
It takes vacations to exotic places,
Where everyone is so relaxed,
They forget they exist.
What a wonderful feeling that can be sometimes.

My mind fills with imagination;
It questions the questionable;
It rejects the rejection;
Without exception.

My mind builds mountains
On the dessert.
Makes the moon smile sometimes,
And grows tiger lilies on the side
Of a lonely road to keep it company

My mind
Yes, it is quite unique
Inventive, and sometimes absent
From reality and the truth.

The Hair Pill


His boss was not pleased that he had come to the big presentation without preparing anything in advance. He forgot to shave and his shirt looked like he had slept in it the night before. Little did anyone know that he had not slept at all. His presentation was supposed to sell a product that has been approved by the FDA as a miracle hair growth pill. Finally someone has discovered the perfect combination of vitamins and herbs that guarantees hair grow almost immediately after taking it. Hard to believe, right? Well Harry decided that his presentation would be somewhat of a reality show. A show and tell about this miracle pill so he decided to try it himself. As it turned out the pill kept him up for two days. He was prepared in a way. He tried shaving many times the morning of the presentation but every time he looked in the mirror his beard and mustache grew back in. The pill had given him insomnia as well. He tried calling his boss to tell him about what had happened but could not reach him in time. He had no other choice but to walk into the presentation room looking like wolfman. Harry set up his laptop and started explaining how the product works. He had recorded a series a clips that clearly showed when he shaved as he set up a clock in the background. He pointed out the time and the members of the meeting could see he was telling the truth. Harry’s boss congratulated him. Unfortunately, no one would backup the product. No one wanted hair at the cost of loosing sleep and having to shave every five minutes.

This is in response to prompt posted on Today Author   https://wordpress.com/read/blog/feed/23173364

Thoughts on Poetry


“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt,

and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”

                                           –   Leonardo da Vinci

Magic Touch

“Love, the poet said, is woman’s whole existence.”

                                          – Virginia Woolf

Wet Hibiscus

“Poetry, she thought, wasn’t written to be analyzed;

it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.”

– Nicholas Sparks

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“Poetry is Life;  life is Poetry”

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Melba Christie

what is a poem?


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A poem is defined as expressive language. It is an art form that allows for free verse. Poems are musical and rhythmic and uses sounds and imagery to convey meaning. Poems use metaphors and similes and they can create a very intimate conversation between the poet and the reader.

The following is a poem about poems.

Poems are words a poet collects

to convey messages hard to forget

or to tell a truth so there are no regrets.

Poems are stored in the heart and soul

of poets waiting for their muses to call

Poems flow like rivers through the mind

and words can be sweet and sometimes unkind

And if there is a cause

that needs to be fought

A poem can manage

and never be caught

without a deep thought

to stimulate thinking

elevate the spirit,

and comfort the soul.

 

Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

Poetry Poetry (Photo credit: V. H. Hammer)

A poem is defined as expressive language. It is an art form that allows for free verse. Poems are musical and rhythmic and uses sounds and imagery to convey meaning. Poems use metaphors and similes and they can create a very intimate conversation between the poet and the reader.

The following is a poem about poems.

Poems are words a poet collects

to convey messages hard to forget

or to tell a truth so there are no regrets.

Poems are stored in the heart and soul

of poets waiting for their muses to call

Poems flow like rivers through the mind

and words can be sweet and sometimes unkind

And if there is a cause

that needs to be fought

A poem can manage

and never be caught

without a deep thought

to stimulate thinking

elevate the spirit,

and comfort the soul.

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Questions about the writing on the walls


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Writing on walls

always warrant some questions.

Why deface walls at all?

Have you no canvas as tall?

For whom exactly is your message intended?

Ask me why I feel offended?

Graffiti? Really?

Did this place not inspire ease?

Who do you think will be pleased?

I for one am sad that nothing

is left to the imagination.

Were you looking for inspiration?

This was such a zen place.

Now the Coqui feels disgraced.

No one can concentrate on its sweet song at night.

The distraction is too great.

What does it say anyway?

Nothing that means something to me?

So you see

the writing was not on the wall afterall.

*I love art.  I respect all art forms. I support freedom of expression. What I hate is when such serene and beautiful natural spaces are obstructed or defaced.

* The Coqui is a small cricket indigenous to the Island of Puerto Rico.

Originality


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Writing can be the most fulfilling activity. I know that it gives me great satisfaction and pleasure. The fulfillment augments when someone tells me that my poems inspire them or have made them look at things from a different perspective.

All of us want to be acknowledged and praised for our work even when we do not consider it work. For me writing helps me release tension. I learn. I think and I am inspired to read the work of others so that my writing becomes more meaningful.

But I also want to be creative and original. I want people to say, “This is unlike anything I have ever read before.” Perhaps this is not realistic but should it be the poet’s or writer’s goal.

Since my retirement a little over a year ago I have pondered the idea of originality. What does it mean to be original? I started watching more movies on Netflix and TV shows and looked for originality. I found some that seemed original but many that had repetitive story lines and themes. For example, many of the new reality shows promote competition and require people to either spill their guts out about their personal lives or ask them to do outrageous things like eat bugs or wrap snakes around their necks. Original perhaps but not anything that will remain memorable I do not think.

Movies made for TV usurp most cable channels and many even say that the screenplays are original. Some producers claim the stories are real life. So I guess that makes them original.

I looked up some quotes about the idea of originality. Therefore, I am not being original by quoting these thoughts or concepts here but I do hope to get some original feedback and opinions about what originality is or should be.

My drawings and photographs are original. My poems are original. My problem is that I want to be extraordinarily original. Please send me your comments and thoughts.

Here are the quotes:

 

“What is originality? It is being one’s self, and reporting accurately what we see.”  – Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

Great works of art “are not the product of single and solitary births; they are the product of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice”

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Quoted in http://web.mit.edu/comm-forum/papers/alfrey.html

“Originality as a part of the big picture, where everything else is balanced and in place, can be a wonderful and valuable thing indeed. When it has a definite purpose to express something that cannot be done by conventional means it is special, and those types of innovations are far more effective, powerful and beautiful.”  Tom Hess quoted from http://tomhess.net/Articles/Originality.aspx

 

” Originality can come only from what you bring of yourself to your story. In other words, originality is not a function of your novel; it is a quality in you.”

Donald Maass

Quoted from http://writerunboxed.com/2009/04/01/what-is-originality/

 

“The merit of originality is not novelty; it is sincerity.” – Thomas Carlyle

 

“Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: because if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.”

~C. S. Lewis quoted in http://undiscoveredauthor.wordpress.com/2010/01/31/quote-c-s-lewis-on-originality/

 

“Seems to me – if I was an author, I would want to try for a title that was just a tad more original…..Just saying….”

– Quoted from http://cataids.wordpress.com/2012/03/28/originality-in-titles/

 

“What does it mean to be original with your art? Can you truly be original when you follow the wisdom of those who preceded you?”- Patrick Ross

Quoted from http://artistsroad.wordpress.com/2011/07/06/creativity-and-originality/

 

“Poetry demands originality. It is, however, unfair to expect brand-new poets to produce fresh, original work all the time—even the most seasoned poets struggle with this task. Poets often find that they must first imitate what has come before them—by reading the work of others and by imitating the work that inspires them—until their own unique voice begins to come through. And by honing the craft through dedicated practice, a poet develops his or her own style.”

http://writersrelief.com/blog/2008/03/fostering-originality-in-poetry/

 

Here is my concept of originality in a painting I made a few years ago.

 

OriginsMelba Christie (C) 1993

 

 

 

I had a dream that I had been a guest at 27 rue de Fleurus


I had a dream that I had been a guest at
27 rue de Fleurus

I had a dream
That I had been a guest at
27 rue de Fleurus

Picasso, William Carlos Williams,
Matisse and a few others happened
To drop by.

Oh my!
I felt like I was in heaven.
I asked Matisse to look at one of my portraiture paintings
The one I called exotic lady.
Not a resemblance of me. I think.
He stared at it and did not say a word.

But Picasso approached with caution
and I stepped back to let him
get a good view
and he smiled.

Oh wow!
I did not want to awake.
I wanted the dream to last
So I could speak to Carlos
And ask him about his epic Poem Paterson
This is the town where I taught for many years
I told him.

The place where “everyone has roots”
I believed that “every child is an artist”

I asked him what he thought about his Paterson today
He did not respond but my heart
knew the answer.

27 rue de Fleurus
was a beautiful place
I was in awe of the art
Overwhelmed with the culture
And the echoes of great thoughts

Oh my!
It’s time to get up
Or I’ll be late to work.

Melba Christie 2014

27 Rue de Fleurus

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