 Created for me by ©Amber Fleek Welcome from across the pond. I am currently in Ireland but planned this post in advance. I will most likely be on hiatus until July. Michelle at Michelle Kogan is hosting us today. I love Michelle's work. And I am tempted to take an online class from her. This week I am sharing the second of inspiration pieces that Linda Mitchell sent me. It is a poem, "Coda". It's fitting that next week we will move into summer and so this is our final "spring' Friday. Coda Noun MUSIC
scarred by ice, snow and wind. Scarred by ice, snow and wind red bud waves fuchsia with survival pride. Red bud bears notes from our sun Written in invisible ink. invisible ink revealed by rain Wintertime is done let us turn toward spring Spring reveals herself in rain soaked woods singing to herself. From woods to shore bluebells hum a rising chorus to answer Spring Spring responds – waits a beat for the trees Now green, these trees are winter wise. © 2022 Linda Mitchell inspiration piece  © 2022 Jone Rush MacCulloch response to "Coda"
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Created for me by ©Amber Fleek Buffy at Buffy Silverman is hosting Poetry Friday today. I was excited to see beautiful lady slipper s on her blog and notice of her new book this fall. How exciting. I recently had the fun opportunity to participate in Spark 51. I asked Linda Mitchell to partner with me on the project. Since we both wanted to send each other an art inspiration piece and a poem inspiration piece, we ended up with four projects. LOL! Today I'm sharing my response to Linda's art inspiration piece. It provided me with the opportunity to delve into Amanda Gorman's Call Us What We Carry for a cento poem. A cento, a poem created of lines and phrases from other previously written poems like a collage. Like a collage, perfect for the mixed media collage that Linda sent me.  Penning a Letter Penning a letter to the world as a daughter of it We are walking beside our ancestors Every time we fall heart-first into the news, Life is not what is promised The heart chambered by grief Life, a page, we are only legible when opened to another We rebuild, reconcile, and recover We cannot possess hope without practicing it Reading children’s books, dancing alone to a DJ music We shall only learn when we let this loss, like us sing on & on ~ Call us what we carry If only we’re brave enough to be it ©jone rush macculloch, 2022 The lines are from Call Us What We Carry by Amanda Gorman, 2021:
1. “Ship’s Manifest 2. ”School’s Out” 3. “Fugue” 4. “Life” 5. “Lighthouse” 6. “Compass” 7. “The Hill We Climb” 8. “Every Day We are Learning” 9. “The Miracle of Morning” 10. “Surviving” 11. “Call Up” 12. “The Hill We Climb”  Hot Lips Littleleaf Sage (Salvia microphylla 'Hot Lips') 
Welcome to Poetry Friday. Karen at Karen Edmisten* is hosting the round up.
I'm in somewhat late. I had a few poems from a fifth grade class I subbed in recently. So I thought I would share them.  Linda at A Word Edgewise has an unexpected post today as she hosts Poetry Friday It was not the week anyone expected with the tragedy in Texas. Another shooting. Another elementary school. It hits hard. I've checked in with my teacher friends this week. There are no words. And yet I hunker down into poetry. I was thankful for Amanda Gorman's book, Call Us What We Carry. I am working on a project and am using her book. This line resonated with me after Tuesday: So on this meaningful morn, we mourn and we mend ~ “The Miracle of Morning” I wonder how many more shootings will it take, how many more times do we need to mourn and mend? The Poetry Sisters suggested for May's challenge to write a poem using the words string, thread, rope and/or chain. I immediately thought of William Stafford's poem, “The Way It Is". I wrote one earlier in the month. But in response to Tuesday's news, I wrote another. Earlier in May There’s a thread you follow ~ William Stafford ~ In the middle of the night, there’s a moment in a dream a startling discovery, as you pull a red thread unraveling at the bed’s edge you watch the floor vanish into your past and you follow ©jone rush macculloch, 2022 In response to the Texas tragedy.
There’s a thread you follow ~ William Stafford ~ In the middle of the day, there’s a moment in which a classroom doesn’t know their threads of life will unravel. And again, you yell out in anger, asking, when gun safety reform will follow ©jone rush macculloch, 2022 |
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