 Today all the poetry treasures can be found at Linda at A Word Edgewise. Today I am sharing a Zentangle Poem Challenge that the Poetry Sisters have offered for June, that's to Tricia for the informations It is a challenge for sure: finding the great page for a blackout poem, finding the words that connect into some poetic thought. The fun is the Zentangle part of the project. This post by Kat Apel explains Zentangle and Erasure poetry.  Library Look
Library school remembers wood-paneled walls the wooden draws with handwritten index cards the pencils rubber date stamps the staccato creak of fans their faces smell the rain visitors in the children's room far from the hushed center veered into quiet. Many catching up on their sleep searching succor ~Jone Rush MacCulloch  Welcome to Poetry Friday. We are so close to half way through the year. Does anyone know how to slow down time? This week Buffy at Buffy Silverman is sharing observations and thoughts about spring time. I love her photos and what she has cerated with the word 'time'. Summer means swapping poetry with others. This past week, I had poetry mail from Tabatha. She has a teaser in her post for Mary Lee a couple weeks ago. Blessings. They are rather fun to write. This blessing from Tabatha speaks to anyone cultivating words. Yesterday I started collecting the poems that have lived on my blogs since 2006 and it indeed felt like I was a standing in a poem garden,
A blessing for those who cultivate words by Tabatha Yeatts for Jone May the sun find your seeds and rain settle on your sprouts and may you pick the weeds of distraction and fear from around your precious seedlings. May you invite birds to sing on your branches, bees to circle your blossoms, and praying mantises to stoutly guard your growth. May your fingers be nimble as you stand before rows of bushes, ripe with the fruit of your imagination. May your feet tread gently but firmly as you walk the dirt paths between these overflowing bushes, holding your words in your hands, your pockets, and cradled in the bottom of your shirt. May you find the few you need on the sparse bush that holds words for hard times, for times when silence and togetherness are most necessary. May you stand before the one you never thought would bear fruit and feel the joyous bewilderment of seeing more than you can hold. My response: seeds of sprouts nimble with imagination- your blossoms walk dirty paths hold words in silence feel joyous ~jone rush macculloch, 2021 draft  Welcome to Poetry Friday. It is being hosted by Carol at Carol's Corner. She's introducing us to poet, Jeannette Encinias. I was clearing out an old computer and discovered the following poem. I am not exactly sure of the date it was written but I suspect in 2008 or 2009. I don't really remember writing it. I decided to revise it for sharing today. UPDATE: Apparently the original poem was in this post in 2010. Just Two Kids just two kids, sister and brother who played hide n’ seek as we rambled down the street me afraid of quicksand, you collected blue bellied lizards. played hide n’ seek until dusk’s blanket hid us all me afraid of quicksand, you collected blue bellied lizards I escaped inside a book while you looked through a telescope until dusk’s blanket hid us all nightly routines: dishes, homework, practice the violin I escaped inside a book while you looked through a telescope parents sat at the kitchen table, drinks in hand nightly routines: dishes, homework, practice the violin television droned on and on, with the body counts parents sat at the kitchen table, drinks in hand I plotted my escape to college television droned on and on, with the body counts as we rambled down the street I plotted my escape to college just two kids, sister and brother ©jone rush macculloch, draft 2008, 2009? Just Two Kids just two kids, sister and brother who played hide n’ seek and rambled down the street orange blossoms permeated the air one afraid of quicksand, the other collected blue bellied lizards. who played hide n’ seek and rambled down the street until dusk’s blanket hid us all one afraid of quicksand, the other collected blue bellied lizards. one escaped inside a book while the other looked through a telescope until dusk’s blanket hid us all nightly routines: dishes, homework, practice the violin one escaped inside a book while the other looked through a telescope parents sat at the kitchen table table , drinks in hand nightly routines: dishes, homework, practice the violin television droned on and on, with the body counts parents sat at the kitchen table, drinks in hand one plotted an escape to college, the other joined the service television droned on and on, with the body counts orange blossoms permeated the air one plotted an escape to college, the other joined the service just two kids, sister and brother ©jone rush macculloch, revised-probably still a draft, 2021 |
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