Welcome to the last Poetry Friday of 2022, this week hosted by poet Patricia Franz Here. Thank you for hosting, Patricia! Make sure you check in and see what Patricia has for us this week!
Because of a car trip to our relatives, and idle time in a car, I have been knitting a pair of socks. Because it’s small, a sock project is easy to bring along. What does this have to do with poetry?
One down, one to go.
A year ago, I was thinking of possible writing projects and considered using pairs of words that rhymed. Socks and rocks were two of the words I thought of. What did they have in common? Was there a poem there?
Would these two rhyming words yield humor? I had no idea if anyone but me would see opportunity here. Anyway, about rocks and socks I came up with a poem. I revised my initial attempt and like it better. I hope we all find ideas to inspire us over this new year.
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Because it’s the holidays and I recently traveled, I found myself looking at too many pictures of me and deleting many. I thought of being human and our personal relationship to the ever present and ever changing face we each carry around.
There I was, smiling in front of ancient buildings, at a Thanksgiving party with relatives, posing with my son in California. It’s surprised me how much I look like both my parents. It’s difficult to describe, but a variety of emotions welled up.
I discovered Carl Sandburg wrote a poem that resonated. It was in this book, and the poem was originally published in 1930:
Early Moon, by Carl Sandburg
PHIZZOG
by Carl Sandburg
This face you got,
This here phizzog you carry around,
You never picked it out for yourself, at all, at all--did
you?
This here phizzog--somebody handed it to you--am I
right?
Somebody said, "Here's yours, now go see what you can
do with it."
"No goods exchanged after
being taken away"--
This face you got.
This poem is sweet and funny. No goods exchanged, indeed!
Happy Holidays to everyone!! Hopefully the arctic weather doesn’t preclude my family from traveling four hours to see my husband’s sister for Christmas. We’ll all take our phizzogs with us for photos and celebrate Christmas and the end of 2022. We are lucky we have the freedom to do so. God bless the people of Ukraine.
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It is fun to get a mystery gift in the mail! So much fun, it really should happen more often! When I received my holiday swap gift from Linda Mitchell, I was busy and had forgotten, I think, that Christmas would be here soon. I’d forgotten swap time was near.
I puzzled over this bulging envelop that appeared in my mailbox for a moment before I opened it. What could this be?
Inside I found a so called “Junk journal” with all sorts of treasures spilling out from it, which made it hardly junk.
I found a package of cut out words to be used as “poem seeds,” various collage pictures, such as stars made of paper,
and, of course, poetry.
This acrostic poem by Linda came with it:
And another wonderful poem was also inside, entitled “Today’s Poem Offers”:
TODAY'S POEM OFFERS
A bumper crop of stars
fresh from the fields
of Falling Star Farms
Stars heaped up high
sparkly with dew
fresh-picked by me
ready for you
Fill a bag, fill a basket
your pockets too
with all these good wishes
my star harvest holds for you
by Linda Mitchell, 2022
My new little journal, put me in the holiday mood, so I wrote this in response:
Welcome to Poetry Friday! This week we are hosted by Catherine Flynn HERE. Thank you for hosting, Catherine. I look forward to what she will be sharing this week. I saw her and Patricia Franz who is another Poetry Friday blogger, and other poetry friends last evening on line. We are attending the first week of a Georgia Heard workshops. The topic? Poetry collections!
My husband and I returned a week ago from a long planned, covid delayed, trip to Spain and Portugal, both countries beautiful,
The Duoro valley in Portugal, where they grow grapes for their famous Port wine.
with gorgeous cities and art such as the architecture of Antoni Gaudí. In his masterpiece, the Sagrada Familia church in Barcelona, still being built, have windows that make the inside spaces glow with extraordinary color, like it was, I swear, radioactive.
Here’s a selfie of me with the city of Toledo, built on a solid granite hill, a river on three sides and buildings full of Jewish, Arab, and Christian influences. Behind me, far below, is the river and the city rising above.
People were friendly everywhere we went.
This young man named João in a university town called Cuimbra, (pronounced queem-bra) was happy to discuss the famous Portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa, suggest a book, and chat about Portugal.
I bought the following book from Joao, and in it I sought to discover who Fernando Pessoa was. He baffled me. According to the editor Richard Zenith, Pessoa was known for writing from the personas of many people that he created, that were part of him.
“His point of view was eloquently expressed by his . . . self-multiplication, into dozens of literary personalities whose names signed a large part of his sprawling output.” Richard Zenith
FOREVER SOMEONE ELSE; Selected Poems by Fernando Pessoa, edited by Richard Zenith
So in this book, you will find poems written by names Alberto Caeiro, Ricardo Reis and Alvaro De Campos, poets all created by Pessoa. He was like a playwright writing characters who speak from their own separate selves.
Pessoa wrote about his created characters, “The Author . . . cannot affirm that all these different well-defined personalities who have incorporeally passed through his soul don’t exist, for he doesn’t know what it means to exist, nor whether Hamlet or whether Shakespeare is more real, or truly real”
So what small piece of the work can I share that might interest young people as well as adults to know more? Pessoa wrote the following accessible and beautiful poem through the poet, Ricardo Reis:
To be great, be whole: don't exaggerate
Or leave out any part of you.
Be complete in each thing. Put all you are
Into the least of your acts.
So too in each lake, with its lofty life,
The whole moon shines.
I love the image of a moon in a lake that make the poem come to life.
It would take a while to get to know the many sides of Fernando Pessoa.
Below is my husband, Bart, with a sweet 19-year old waiter in a small lunch place. It’s easy to tell who is who. Everyone we met seemed to love their families and country. This young man said he wouldn’t leave as he would miss Lisbon, his family and especially, it seemed, the food. The grilled octopus and Bachalhau (codfish) were delicious.
I hope everyone enjoys the holidays. Thank you, Catherine, for hosting.
Welcome to Poetry Friday, this week hosted by artist and poet and champion of poetry, Jone Maculluch HERE. Thank you for hosting, Jone.
Thank you also, Bridget Magee, for sharing my poem today, THE FLOATING WATER STRIDER in her newsletter. It’s from her fabulous 10 * 10 POETRY ANTHOLOGY: Celebrating 10 in 10 Different Ways which is full of wonderful poems for kids by many talented poets.
Hope springs eternal that someday I will complete a series of poems, which I think of as a picture book in verse, about a day in the life of a kid who lives in a family restaurant, from morning to night. I’ve posted one poem previously Here about a noisy metal dishwasher, one of my favorites. Here’s another about our walk-in-cooler.
This is an old photo from the nineties of me and my two boys in front of the restaurant. Phil and Matt thought it was cool to visit Uncle Mike at work in the kitchen where they could find unlimited French fries.
I’ll be away from my blog for a few weeks out seeking adventure. I will be searching for more ideas and poems to share. Happy Halloween! I’m voting early this Saturday and can’t wait!!
Welcome to Poetry Friday! This week we are hosted by the clever Bridget Magee HERE. This week she has been posting a different poem by a different poet from her anthology: 10*10: Poetry Anthology Celebrating 10 in 10 Different Ways. It’s been great reading such wonderful poems for kids, many from Poetry Friday friends.
Halloween is on my mind. I particularly love that on this holiday, dreadful things that visit and scare the daylights out of you, simply disappear the next day. Like these scary dudes, who once on a Halloween night pretended to be my children.
Gone! Whoosh! They disappeared on November first.
What an emotionally satisfying holiday and I have never, ever, appreciated Halloween more than I do this year! Maybe others feel this, too.
And as usual in Central New York, the pumpkins are amazing. Who could resist smiling in the midst of such a frightful holiday when standing amongst hundreds of bright orange pumpkins?
So, next weekend I anticipate the knocks on my door and the trail of dreadful visitors, anticipating the relief I know I will feel on November 1st when they are gone.
Welcome to Poetry Friday, this week hosted by Matt Here. Thank you, Matt for hosting! Be sure to check out what he has for us this week.
Leaves outside my door this morning.
It’s starting to look a lot like Halloween, and I’ve begun thinking about an anticipating witches and brooms.. On my computer, I have several versions of a poem inspired by a hard-working porch broom that, in autumn, was especially busy what with everything “falling.” As you can tell, it is an epistolary poem.
Welcome to Poetry Friday, this week hosted by Sarah Grace Tuttle, Here. Thank you, Sarah, for hosting! Be sure to stop by to see what she has for us this week.
I was browsing in a book store today and saw a book I already own by Bill Bryson, “A Short History of Nearly Everything.” I had used this book in a previous post on supernovae HERE. I sat with a coffee and read a chapter entitled “Lonely Planet,” that begins:
"It isn't easy being an organism. In the whole universe, as far as we yet know, there is only one place, an inconspicuous outpost of the Milky Way called Earth, that will sustain you, and even it can be pretty grudging." Bill Bryson p. 239
Lucky circumstances make it possible for us to be alive and thrive on Earth. Importantly, we are just the right location from the sun. Any closer, we’d burn up. Any farther we’d freeze.
Earth also has the right elements, such as oxygen, sodium, potassium, iron, and many others that we need to survive.
Our molten liquid interior apparently is a big plus. First, it helped produce the gasses in our precious atmosphere and it creates a magnetic field that protects us from cosmic radiation.
Our large moon, a quarter of the diameter compared to Earth, in it’s close proximity keeps Earth from “wobbling like a top.”
The perfection we see all around us in nature is the result of all the above fortunate happenings.
I have been writing a series of Villanelles to become more familiar with the form. So here’s one inspired by Bill Bryson and Planet Earth.
Welcome to Poetry Friday, today hosted by Tabatha Yeatts HERE. Thank you, Tabatha for hosting. It’s a cool sunny beautiful day in Upstate New York. I have been thinking, as are many, about the storm in Florida and hope that people who need it find food and shelter and stay safe.
This week I quilted a small table runner for my sister who just moved to San Antonio, Texas. I made it by piecing different prints of fabric in stripes until I liked the way it looked. It was not difficult, but it was fun to arrange the patterns next to one another.
It was like moving words and lines around in a poem. I am currently reading HOW POEMS GET MADE, by James Longenbach, who teaches in Rochester, NY, published in 2018. ( Bear with me. Sometimes I write a blog post so I understand something better. It just might be the case here.)
Trust me, it a lot more challenging reading this heady book than making my little table runner, placing fabric pieces where I want them. But in this book the author showed me, in a concrete example, how the placement of a word in the right place can make a difference in the tone in a poem. I already knew that, but I felt it more clearly after reading his chapter on “tone.”
Longenbach gives us an example to think about, of a simple sentence written three ways. The bold-printed word in each version is to be accentuated.
You said that?
You said that?
You said that?
We see the same sentence, but the tone of each line is different depending on which word gets the accent. It’s fun to perform these three versions like an actor: horrified, or curious, or in an angry tone.
Now, given that accents can change tone, a poet in the process of writing a poem must decided where to place a word that she wants accentuated. Longenbach gives us the example of a poem by William Carlos Williams to help us think about it. Here are the first two stanzas:
To A Poor Old Woman by William Carlos Williams
munching a plum on
the street a paperbag
of them in her hand
They taste good to her
They taste good
to her. They taste
good to her.
The rest of the poem can be read Here.
The first line of the second stanza feels satisfying. “They taste good to her.” But the next three lines, through enjambment of the line, we hear the same sentence five syllables differently. In line two, we read the word “good”as accentuated because it’s at the end of the line. In line three the word “taste” is accentuated because of where it appears at the end of the line. In general, a word at the end of a line gets noticed, and I can see it here. It alters the tone of what is being communicated.
I cannot describe it as well as professor Longenbach does, and I’ve greatly simplified the point, I am sure. But I understand perhaps better why enjambment and line endings are such important tools in any poets toolbox.
Just as I could have placed the fabric in my quilt a number of different ways to achieve a certain results. There are different ways to arrange words in a poem to achieve the accent and tone that you seek. I recommend this book if you want more than just the nuts and bolts of writing poetry.
Welcome to Poetry Friday! This week we are hosted by Rose HERE at her blog, Imagine the Possibilities. Thank you for hosting, Rose.
Take the blinders from your vision,
take the padding from your ears,
and confess you've heard me crying,
and admit you've seen my tears.
MAYA ANGELOU, Excerpt from her poem, "Equality."
After posting a villanelle last week I wrote a few more. I became familiar with the form, and found it useful to try again. But there were none that I liked enough to share this week. Que lastima!
I know I’m not the only Poetry Friday blogger who watched the Ken Burns documentary on America and the Holocaust. It’s well worth the time and I hope everyone sees it, especially kids old enough to understand. Watch it Here on PBS. I know more about America’s response to Nazi Germany.
First of all, Hitler used our Jim Crow South and the treatment of Native Americans as guidance on what to do about the Jews. Though the killing of thousands appeared in newspapers, readers thought it was a lie. And that was a convenient belief for the many just didn’t want to help Jews.
What comes to mind when we think about the Holocaust? Most Americans think of death in gas chambers. However, that was just one creative and efficient method used. There were endless methods used to murder thousands and thousands of Jewish men, women and little children. Guns, being thrown from heights, starvation, exhaustion, exposure. One writer said Nazi methods and depravity was “bottomless.”
Ken Burns shows us the details of how Nazi thinking evolved and the genocide was organized. Many Americans eventually, over several years, came to believe the murdering was really happening, but by 1944, it was too late for the four million had already been killed.
Because of the racism of members in Congress and the State Department, America didn’t help Jews for a long time, though, near the end, heroic individuals supported by our government stepped up to smuggle thousands of Jews out of Europe. Of course, we owe a debt to the soldiers who fought in the war.
I learned Charles Lindbergh, once an American hero to many, who in the 1940’s was eventually recognized as a Nazi sympathizer, created a slogan, “America First.”
Years later, in 2016, many probably might have thought that slogan was new, not a recycled, stale, failed boxcar to a dark chapter of our past.
Our children need to understand about white supremacy, Hitler and how all groups that are labeled “others” are treated. If they don’t, a Holocaust could happen again.
I am so grateful for our democracy and the efforts made by our President and others to keep it.
Thank you for reading! I am looking forward to a good weekend and hope you will have one too.
