 I'm doing double duty today as I am at the coast (perfect for the SJT theme of renewal). This post will serve for SJT and PF. My mare-stanes (hag stone) at sunset at Rockaway Beach, Oregon.  Fran of Lit Bits and Pieces is hosting Spiritual Journey Thursday this month. She has a moving post about renewal and says, "In choosing the theme of renewal, I note that one definition of the word is resuming an activity after an interruption." When I heard the topic of "renewal", it was an "aha" as I have always viewed renewal as a spring time word. As I study Scots Gaelic, and the Celtic Calendar, we have entered a new year. Autumn is also renewal. The harvest is finished.Now it's the time of fall's decay, the returning to the earth. The cold months are necessary for cleansing the land, for the renewal of the earth. And it's fitting that the Gaelic name for winter is An Geamhrachd, which is the Celtic word for cold. At Faith & Worship, I found a wonderful prayer for this time of renewal: For the promise of harvest contained within a seed we thank you. For the oak tree within an acorn The bread within a grain The apple within a pip The mystery of nature gift wrapped for us to sow we thank you I found an article on A Focus On Nature by Chloé Valerie Harmsworth. She has wonderful illustrations in the article. I used the "A Time of Renewal: Autumn and Winter" for the following found poem.  A Time of Renewal: Autumn and Winter Nature Found Poem From the article by Chloé Valerie Harmsworth change the clocks have moved back the days short the nights deep and long the atmosphere seems to alter so do I mist, chilling creep through the cracks I swaddle an instinct to hibernate saving energy a constellation of warm, breathing bodies, waiting for the dark to pass strengthened this yearning of mine. we can enjoy simple peaceful activities go on life-affirming walks so much to learn the days and weeks descend into deep winter my attention turns to the trees’ naked beauty arms reaching out to the sky noisy, chattering corvids bring energy to the moment the earth’s reawakening shoots burst with spirit this period of rest and contemplation allows me to open like the first snowdrop ready to restart, refreshed and rejuvenated. ©Jone Rush MacCulloch, 2023 draft I am looking forward to hosting December's Spiritual Journey Thursday. as we head toward the shortest day, longest night, I am thinking about the importance of light in the dark of winter.
Our host for Poetry Friday is Buffy Silverman who is celebrating the arrival of her new book! 
Carol at The Apples in My Orchard is celebrating bats and a milestone birthday. And she's still ope for submissions for her nature anthology.
I am sharing a Spooky Spectacular Found Poem even on Padlet. I hope you will share your poems. Here's the link to add yours. 
Graphic by ©Amber Fleek Carol at Beyond LiteracyLink has hosting duties this week. She invites readers to reflect on the changes of the seasons. She also invites us to share our summer poetry gems with her on her Padlet. Today I'm keeping short this week. A visual haiku inspired by hearing the first geese overhead this week. I know the changes of the seasons by the geese and by where the sun hits on our windows  Are You Ready for Spooky Season?Stay tuned! Did you have fun with Spring's Classic Found Poem Palooza? Next week, I have an invitation for another found poem spectacular palooza, spooky version. Do you have a favorite horror or scary book, poem or story? Maybe a Poe, a HP Lovecraft, Dracula or Frankenstein?
On October 27, 2023, I will feature a Padlet with a Spooky Season Found Poem. Stay Tuned. © Graphi by Amber Fleek Welcome to Poetry Friday. Rose at Imagine the Possibilities is hosting us this week with whispers of spring, daffodils, and hummingbirds. This week, I've been busy getting things ready for National Poetry Month 2023. Between Friday poet interviews and daily poetry videos from my students at Texas Women's University, and the Classic Found Poem, it will be chock full of poetry.  You're Invited. Share a Classic Novel Found Poem!I wrote this found poem from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley in response to a prompt in February about Frankenstein. Frankenstein, Chapter Five, a found poem I. A dreary night I might infuse a spark of being Into the the lifeless thing the rain pattered against the panes the candle nearly out the creature opened the dull yellow eye The wretch his limbs in proportion his yellow skin, hair a lustrous black teeth, pearly whiteness his watery eyes and straight black lips II. Different accidents of life not so changeable Deprived of rest and health I threw myself on the bed the dream vanished I was disturbed by the wildest dreams I held the corpse of my dead Mother I saw grave-worms crawling I started from my sleep The wretch The miserable monster I had created III. I took refuge in the courtyard, catching and fearing each sound My pulse beat, my palpitating of every artery. I sank to the ground. Langor and extreme weakness. Dreams had been my food Now a hell Avoid the wretch. © 2023, Jone Rush MacCulloch I will have a Padlet ready to be loaded next Friday. I will feature the Padlet on April 14. I can't wait to see your found poems on what you consider to be classic reads!  ©Graphic by Amber Fleek Laura at Small Reads for Brighter Days is hosting Poetry. She is previewing her project for National Poetry Month. She's invited others to play along. It sounds fun and engaging. Speaking of National Poetry Month, I will be sharing poem videos written by poetry friends. These poems were donated to my students at Texas Women's University for a midterm project. I am very excited to see these poems come to life. Last month, I participated in another collaborative effort with Spark 54. This project is organized by the fabulous Amy Souza. She paired me with Bianca Schrader who shared the following poem: Temples By Bianca Schrader Inspiration piece All things beautiful All things sacred All things worshiped, holy in quiet spaces. Sun-dappled anything. Curls of steam out of a favorite cup. Piles of books, some to be read, some just hopefuls. Unfinished projects. Cards from close friends. All things ordinary. All things precious, placed with purpose. All stories to tell. Soft light, quiet mornings. Late for work, out the door. Company is coming, sweep the floor. So that they may take their shoes off. Make yourself at home in mine. I’ll make it comfortable. I’ll try to let you in once you’ve entered! This is my church. I’m the god worshiped here and so are you. we are the same, you just built your church a little differently. All things beautiful. we are the same, you just built your church a little differently. All things beautiful.  © "Temple", 2023 Jone Rush MacCulloch This is my response to Bianca's poem. Mixed media. To see my Inspiration piece, "Portals" and Bianca's response poem, "Windows", visit Spark. Only a Month Away, Invitation: April 14, 2023 Classic Found Poetry Palooza © design, Amber Fleek Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference is hosting Poetry Friday this week. She's sharing a found poem by her daughter and reminding us about patience versus kicking-butt.  Ukrainian poet Taras Shevchenko Monument. Saint Petersburg, Russia January 20, 2023. REUTERS/Stringer .This week marks the unwanted anniversary of Russian invading Ukraine. Last Saturday, the interstate bridge over the Columbia River had many out in support of Ukraine with flags and signs. As one of the prompts of Laura Shovan's Poetry Travel, a different photo was shared about Russians honoring victims of from the January bombing. Sometimes the best I can do is to find a poem in the news. I found this article at Reuters. Found Poem from “Russians lay flowers at improvised memorials to commemorate Dnipro dead” Remembering the Dniro Dead laying flowers at the monument to Ukrainian poet, Taras Shevchenko improvised memorials victims of a Russian missile attack people were still unaccounted One ribbon read "Forgive" universal human values compassion, goodwill, grief one way or another this shouldn't become normal ©2023, jone rush macculloch Invitation: April 14, 2023 Classic Found Poetry Palooza ©design, Amber Fleek Welcome to Poetry Friday. This week Molly at Nix the Comfort Zone is hosting and her post on winter trees has my heart. I agree they are mesmerizing. Today I'm sharing a found poem by Moe Phillips. Moe is a poetry friend. We've taken classes together and shared poems in a couple of books edited by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong(Pomelo Books). She's also been published by The Dirigible Balloon in Chasing Clouds edited by Jonathan Humble. These are just a few places that Moe's been published. Moe is the ingenious creator of The Feisty Beast. We have been chatting about the idea of found poetry using the "Classics" and how fun it would be to invite others to find a found poem within the pages of their favorite classic. Today I am sharing Moe Phillips found poem. Moby Meadow From Moby Dick- Chapter One “Loomings” -Herman Melville Deep into distant woodlands winds a mazy way. Mountains bathed in their hill-side blue, like a snow hill in the air. The great floodgates of the wonder-world swung open. You wade knee-deep among Tiger-lilies. And there they stand- miles of them. Take almost any path you please. Feel such a mystical vibration. Like a grasshopper in a May meadow. There is magic in it. Be content. Surely all this is not without meaning. ©, 2023 Moe Phillips You're Invited!On April 14, 2023, I will be hosting Poetry Friday. I would like to make it a Classic Found Poetry theme. You're invited to find a classic and create a found poem from its pages. I am listening and rereading Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte for my found poem. I will create a pallet for us to put our poems on. I hope you'll be inspired and join Moe and me in creating a Classic Found Poetry Palooza.
 Graphic by Amber Fleek Bridget at wee words for wee ones is celebrating the first anniversary of her poetry collection, 10.10 Poetry Anthology: Celebrating 10 in 10 Different Ways. As part of the recent Georgia Heard's and Rebecca Kai Dotlich's class, we were encouraged to write a "found" poem, using Georgia's book, The Arrow Finds Its Mark: A Book of Found Poems, as a mentor text. What I love about this book, is the poetry isn't just from other poems. I went in search of texts to find a found poem. I had a lot of choices and my head was swirling with possibilities. I settled on Breath Prayer: an ancient practice for the Everyday Sacred by Christine Valters Paintner. Painter is someone I have been reading since returning from my trip to Ireland and I have there's a lot to explore at Abbey of the Arts. The passage I selected was from her chapter, "Morning Coffee or Tea."  Starting the morning with tea (usually green) is very much my daily routine. I am doing a deep dive into found poetry. How do you make it your own with borrowed lines? Can you mix found lines with borrowed lines? so many questions. NEXT WEEK: I AM HOSTING POETRY FRIDAY.
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