 Thanks to Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town for hosting Poetry Friday. She is sharing from a book that is on my list, Brading Sweetgrass. Every February, Laura Shovan invites writers to celebrate her birthday by writing poetry. There is a yearly theme. This year, it's "Bodies". These are some of the responses to prompts I've shared thus far.  I offered the prompt for February 6: my dog's eye.  February 9 is the anniversary Mom's passing.   Photo from a walk, March 2020 The emphasis for the daily prompts is to be writing, the daily practice of writing. There are days that the poems noodle around before landing on the paper.
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Laura Shovan
2/18/2021 05:36:08 pm
I haven't read the "shadow" responses yet, Jone. I love this poem -- ending with the word "fear" implies courage.
Irene Latham
2/19/2021 05:08:25 am
Ooh, that shadow poem! I love it! xo
Linda Mitchell
2/19/2021 06:00:02 am
Isn't it amazing how much grief can become part of life? The poem about your Mom is stunning...sad but also stunning.
Kay Jernigan McGriff
2/19/2021 08:21:29 am
I enjoyed reading these just as much this second time. 2/19/2021 10:17:21 am
These are challenging moments that you have, with alchemy, turned into literary art, Jone. Brava! for everyday writing along with Laura Shovan's poem-a-day suggestions. I think the shadow foot & poem will longer long with me, as will the idea of a child [ your dear Mother!] starting a life of inhaling cigarettes so young, so young. You are brave to share. xo ~~ Jan 2/19/2021 03:53:16 pm
We've had a lot of lung problems in my family and it's sad to see. Thank you for sharing that. The tree does look so much like lung branches, a useful design seen in many places in bodies and nature. 2/19/2021 04:57:01 pm
I loved your shadow poem & also that "little eye", both right on the mark. I've missed some of the lung poems, including yours. poignant & loving for your mom, helping her.
Mary Lee
2/20/2021 06:06:47 am
Love your dog's-eye prompt (and poem). Your second poem took me right back to the last years of mom's life and those oxygen tubes snaking everywhere. I like how you brought the poem around to the trees...and how you came back to trees in your last one!
Jone, great poems and a great variety. I love the dog photo prompt and poem. I am sorry for the lost of your mother. In your Lungs and Mom poem I like your comparison of the tubes to a snake, how you continued with it, and the effect it brings. I resonat
2/20/2021 05:25:47 pm
Jone, great poems and a great variety. I love the dog photo prompt and fun poem. I am sorry for the lost of your mother. In your Lungs and Mom poem your comparison of the tubes to a snake, how you continued with it, and the effect it brings are striking. I resonate with this poem because both of my parents were heavy smokers for a long time. My father started smoking at twelve. I'm pretty sure my mother started at fifteen or sixteen. So sad to have children addicted to nicotine and then to have history repeat itself with today's children vaping. Your poem seems like it is therapeutic for you. It's something I need to do, also. My mother died in 2019. I need to revise what I wrote then. Your words, "You: 'I'm so tired." Me: 'Take the path of least resistance.' Our last conversation." speak the most to me because my mother and I had a similar conversation. She passed away later that night. Thank you, reading this poem has been helpful to me. Great word choice in your 3rd poem and love your ending, "dreams sprout here." Do I see a connection of your shadow poem to your lungs poem beyond the tree connection? Maybe bravery? Both poems are powerful, also. The shadow poem packs a punch. Excellent! I have enjoyed reading; thank you for sharing all of these! 2/21/2021 05:48:18 am
Jone, it is great to see your poems pos up again. The February Poem Project has been a wonderful one allowing me to pause during my hectic schedule to find a few moments of peace. I know you know the pangs of moving. We have a few weeks left to get our act together. There are three more back and forth trips to Virginia before we sprout our wings. Your shadow poem helps me sort out the fear as we climb the branches to view a new destination. Leave a Reply. |
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