Meteorological Summer

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The above tweet inspired the following poem – Happy Summer!

 

Meteorological Summer 

 

Today begins meteorological summer.

Between spring training

and the World Series

we count the days of sunshine,

bemoan the rain,

even while knowing how much we need it.

In this day of hurricane predictions

and trying to forget last year’s drought,

we pause to give thanks

to the God of summer and all seasons.

To the One who allows us to hear

the crack of the bat

and feel the passing breeze or warming sun

and see the dewy-eyed newborn

and smell the meadow blooms and forest greens

and taste the savory blessings.

 

 

Adventures in Subbing #9

 

Today was Two-for Tuesday on the PAD Challenge. We could write either a sonnet or an “anti-form” poem (for those who don’t like formulaic poetry).  I was subbing in a history class, so I looked around the room for inspiration. Here’s my sonnet:

 

j or die

History Class

Join or die, a choice beyond compare

The mind and heart do battle all the day

It’s felt in lives of young ones everywhere

How do you choose? How do you find your way?

 

Go confidently; follow after dreams

In the direction of the sun or moon

Your dreams may float or shine like gold sunbeams

Or bounce along like notes on sweetest tune

 

With perseverance run the race ahead

Respect, integrity will take you far

Diversity can be the vital thread

In everything you do be who you are

 

They say the price of victory is high

But so are the rewards; reach for the sky

 

Borrowed portions:

Join or Die – Benjamin Franklin

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams – Henry David Thoreau

Perseverance, Respect, Integrity and Diversity in everything that we(you) do = PRIDE – school mission statement

They say the price of victory is high. But, so are the rewards – Paul (Bear) Bryant

Boots

Back in April I wrote  a poem a day  for PAD, Writer’s Digest’s Poem A Day challenge. The prompt for day 23 was “footwear”.  I instantly thought about the excitement of my first winter in Birmingham when I got to wear boots day after day. And then I thought of last August  when I was hiking in Montana. After a hard trek to Iceberg Lake, I took off my hiking boots and plunged my feet into the water that was about 40 degrees. Needless to say, I barely lasted 15 seconds.  Now, in this hot June, I could use that refreshing plunge once again!

Boots
I was so pleased to move
to a place
where I could buy boots
and actually wear them
That first boot winter
was so much fashion fun
Those boots gave me
warmth and style
Gray, brown, black –
I loved them all
But by month six
My Florida feet were
longing to be set free

They Say It’s World Poetry Day

Although today was declared World Poetry Day by UNESCO, an organization I’m not necessarily fond of, I will still take advantage of any excuse to put out some poetry. This is a Villanelle; a nineteen-line poem with a very specific rhyming scheme. The form is made up of five tercets followed by a quatrain.

settled

Settled

Truly gone are so many years
Washed away like little paper boats
Leaving here the lovely souvenirs

Settling down it’s so very clear
One long, beautiful, single note
Truly gone are so many years

Washed away are the copious fears
Shed like a heavy winter coat
Leaving here the lovely souvenirs

Peeling away the false veneer
Away to dust the burden of rote
Truly gone are so many years

Like evening when the moon appears
And the very stars seem to float
Leaving here the lovely souvenirs

So it is when nothing interferes
Contented and pleasantly remote
Truly gone are so many years
Leaving here the lovely souvenirs

RED

Photography Challenge Week Three

This week’s challenge was red.

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Red can vary in shade and sometimes the names for these reds have a certain connotation which may be different for different people. For example

Crimson – as in Crimson Tide in Alabama – – nuff said.

Auburn – another red that carries a lot of weight in this state

Fuchsia – as in bridesmaid dresses

Maroon – as in Adam Levine

Mahogany – as in grandma’s dining table

Oxblood – as in yech

Wine – that’s a Yes!

And what lovely names are reds: Ruby, Scarlet (GWTW), Rose, and Carmine

When I began looking around my house I realized I really have a lot of red around me. Wonder what that says about me? I do not claim it as my favorite color, but I like pops of it, though I can’t believe I just said POP – that overused word on HGTV.

Here is a peek at my pops of red – enjoy!

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I also found a sweet RED poem

Dancer by Carl Sandburg

THE LADY in red, she in the chile con carne red,
Brilliant as the shine of a pepper crimson in the summer sun,
She behind a false-face, the much sought-after dancer, the most sought-after dancer of all in this masquerade,
The lady in red sox and red hat, ankles of willow, crimson arrow amidst the Spanish clashes of music,

I sit in a corner
watching her dance first with one man
and then another.

 

If you want to join in the photography challenge, check it out at http://dogwood.photography/52weekchallenge.html

Poems for FREE!!

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Fruit Cove, Florida

I read an article in the paper a few months ago about a young woman, Jacqueline Suskin, who writes poems for people. She sets up a small desk and an old fashioned typewriter at the Hollywood Farmers Market. Her sign says: “Poem Store. Your Subject – Your Price”. Her customers give her the topic or a few words and she will write them a poem. It usually just takes her a matter of minutes, but more often than not she touches a chord in them. Some have been brought to tears. Some are regular customers.

The customers pay her whatever they feel like, into a pretty tin box. Usually it’s $5, but some have paid up to $20.

Suskin, 28, got the idea from poet Zach Houston who invited her to do Poem Store with him back in 2009. She’s been doing it ever since at various venues.

So…..

I’m offering the same to you – FREE. Of course, donations are always welcome! ☺

My poetry skills have gotten rusty, so I think this will benefit me and hopefully anyone who makes a request. If you want a poem, leave your request in the comments. You might want to let me know if it should be serious or funny.

April on 459

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That moment when you leave mid-morning
for a half day of work
grateful for the part-time job

The sun is shining
just a dusting of white clouds
and you see why they call that color sky blue

All signs of winter are vanished
as you pass the jade hills
on either side of the interstate
with Stevie Wonder singing his lovely Songs in the Key of Life

And now you are alive to
what Browning meant
when he wrote Pippa’s Song

Ode to Birmingham

I have been writing poems for the PAD (Poem a Day) challenge by Robert Brewer from Writer’s Digest. This is from last April , the third year in which I participated.  . This poem was  for Day 12 in which the prompt said to write a “city” poem. You can view others poems for Day 12 here: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2014-april-pad-challenge-day-12

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An Ode to Birmingham

How do I find my way

in this new city

filled with the old flags

waving in the echo

of white only?

How can I use my words

in this city in the hills

and valleys that echo

with cries from the

downcast?

I will find my way

with the light

of what I know,

a beam of boldness

to guide me.

I will use my words

in this city of the south

to pierce and soften;

for peace

and for love.