POETRY FRIDAY IS HERE: Clouds, Rain, and Thunder

Welcome! Welcome to Poetry Friday and today I have the honor of hosting. It’s a busy weekend for me with family visiting but over the weekend read and comment on everyone’s post. Please check in with Mr. Linky at the end to add your name to share your blog.

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I have been thinking about storms this week. I love watching a storm in progress, the changes in the sky, the air and the trees. I love the sound of rain and wind as long as I feel safe. I know I’m not the only one who likes to think about storms. Many writers have written and write about dramatic weather. I’ll recommend a picture book and a few poems out the very many that have been inspired by weather.

CLAP! CLAP! BOOM!: The Story of a Thunderstorm, by Laura Purdie Salas, illustrated by Elly Mackay, takes us into the heart of a storm, the sights and terrific sounds. It is written in rhyming verse that will definitely appeal to kids. It would also be fun for parents to read aloud.

We learn of a storm from it’s suspenseful onset, where we feel something is about to happen. Below, three children sense a storm is coming when they see clouds, just as we all do. We hear what they see in Purdie Salas’ lyrical verse. . . and the storm builds.

Starting low,
they grow
and grow--
white above,
now gray below.

Rustling, 
murmuring
rush begins
or whispering leaves
in newborn 
winds. 

The climax of the storm is shown inside the book and also on the cover of the book, seen above, featuring the roiling sea and lightening bolts lighting up a craggy mountain. It’s a lovely illustration.

The storm ends with the world quiet and “shining.” Storms have satisfying arcs.

ZAP! CLAP! BOOM! is a wonderful picture book capturing stormy excitement that all humans, young and old, can share.

Besides ZAP! CLAP! BOOM!, I bought another book, a new poetry collection, with gentle rhymes and lovely art work.

I enjoy the humor and voice in THE FATHER GOOSE COLLECTION OF POETRY, by Charles Ghingha and illustrated by Sara Brezzi. I love the subtle humor, for instance, in the following short fun poem.

THUNDER BUGS
By Charles Ghigna

On stormy nights
I often wonder,
Do Lightning bugs
Make the Thunder? 

What a wonderful question!

In books new or old, there is an endless number of poems for those charmed by weather. Here’s a gentler poem by Langston Hughes:

Langston Hughes 1901-1967

April Rain Song
By Langston Hughes.

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby

(The rest HERE)

And other by Elizabeth Coatsworth who was born the same year as my grandmother:

Elizabeth Coatsworth 1893-1986

SUMMER RAIN

by Elizabeth Coatsworth

What could be lovelier than to hear the summer rain
cutting across the heat as scythes cutting across grain?
Falling upon the steaming roof with sweet uproar,
Tapping and rapping wildly at the door?

(The Rest HERE)

Even with the inconvenience, I love the changes in weather within each week and within each day.

Below is a poem I wrote last year. An earlier version was published in an on line journal. But that version seemed overdone to me. I really didn’t like it. I have since cut most of it, eighty percent!, realizing that shorter is in this case much better.

AFTER THE RAINSTORM MATINEE

We stand in the quiet,
shivering, awed, 

as high in the balcony
rainbows applaud.


© Janice Scully (draft)

Have a wonderful weekend!

Haiku: Lilacs in Full Bloom

Happy Poetry Friday. We are hosted here by Robyn, at Life at the Deckle Edge. Thank you, Robyn for hosting.

As I write this it is beautiful in Central New York. To make things even better I received my Summer Poem Swap list from Tabatha and look forward to sending and receiving summer poems. Thanks, Tabatha!

During National Poetry Month I posted a haiku about the lilacs flowering in my yard. They were tight little purple buds on April 23, seen Here. Now they are I think at their peak and deserve a final haiku.

Lilacs in full bloom.
I waited for two weeks-- 
you showed no hurry.

© Janice Scully 2023
 

BELATED HAPPY NATIONAL LIBRARY WEEK! April 23-29.

Welcome to Poetry Friday, this week hosted by Linda Baie at Teacherdance HERE . Stop by and see what she has for us today. Thank you, Linda!

I enjoyed National Poetry Month so much that I missed National Library week from April 23-29. I love that libraries have always been safe places.

Like many others, I credit my love of books and even much of my happiness when I was young, to both the sense of peace and excitement I found in stories from the library, fiction and non-fiction.

The library I went to when I was a child

I wrote a poem this week thinking of the childhood friend who I knew when I was about seven. I have no idea where she is now, and she has no idea, I’m sure, how grateful I am to her.

MY BOOK FRIEND

Jackie, my friend who lived next door.
taught me well what books were for.

She had no sisters, or brothers, too,
but lots of games, more than a few.

On Saturday we sat and read
the stack of books piled on her bed.

“Come to the library,” she said one day
and once I did, I longed to stay.

So many friends I found in books,
with different lives, different looks.

Cover to cover, we thought to see
who we could grow up to be.

©Janice Scully 2023 (DRAFT)

This week I got two new books in the mail, MONSTERVILLE by Laura Shovan, Illustrated. by Michael Rothenberg,

and FATHER GOOSE: Treasury of poetry, by Charles Ghigna, Illustrated. by Sara Brezzi.

Can’t wait to read them.

I have some reading to do. I’m waiting for this book by my friend, Ellen Ramsey, illustrated by MacKenzie Haley:

It will arrive in July. I hope they all will be available in libraries. Have a great weekend, Everyone. Thank you Linda for hosting Poetry Friday.

Haiku, Day #30 National Poetry Month

This is my last haiku for this month. I’ve learned there are are a limitless number of ideas in the world, ideas you don’t see if you don’t really look. This lovely egret, in a photo by Kat Borland who lives in San Antonio, took my breath away, standing so proudly.

Picture by Kat Borland

Perched high on a fence,
silently scanning back yards-- 
sleek feathered hunter.

© Janice Scully 2023 

Haiku Day 28, National Poetry Month

Welcome to Poetry Friday hosted by Ruth at her blog There is No Such Thing as a God Forsaken Town. Thank you, Ruth for hosting!

April, otherwise know as National Poetry Month is winding down and I’m sharing my day 28 haiku. It was inspired by a tree I saw showing off its new leaves in a breeze. The video is too short, but the breeze shows how light and playful these new bright green leaves are. Look around. Leaves of all shapes and sizes are dancing in the wind.

Round or like a fan?
Arrow-head, heart or spoon shaped?
Psst--leaves are calling.


© Janice Scully 2023

Check out the latest line of the Progressive Poem Here, with Karin fisher- Golton.

Have a great Weekend filled with poetry.

Haiku, Day 27 National Poetry Month

I’m nearing the end of April and will miss writing a haiku a day. Perhaps I will continue with a poem of some form every day, try to avoid the myriad of distractions.

Here’s a haiku inspired by my favorite green that used to be enjoyed by the ancient Greeks and Romans. I like it simmered with sautéed garlic and onions in olive oil, beans and a little chicken broth. It’s one of my favorite and easy things to cook.

Escarole lives on--
ancient salad greens survived
the collapse of Rome.

©Janice Scully 2023
 

Haiku: Day 25 of National Poetry Month

In Scientific American Magazine, (May 2023 issue), I read that space exploration is focusing on a few of the many moons of Jupiter, such as Europa, because water was spotted by the Hubble Space Telescope. Water, of course, may mean life.

It seems, to explore moon oceans, a moon walk might not be enough. And to get there, it will take eight years for the six-ton JUICE ( which stands for Jupiter Icy Moons Explorer) to get there.

Water plumes spotted--
Jupiter's icy moons slosh.
Time for a moon dive.

© Janice Scully 2023