Tuscan Thursday (On Friday)

Old Postcard

The view at dusk

of the Tuscan

hills.  Musky notes

like dreams float by

and I think of summer wine...just you and I. 

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Note:  The form is Ya Du.  The poem was inspired by the above artwork as the prompt from Theme Thursday.  

Little Cat Feet

Image courtesy of Vintage Venus

Where is the Cat?

…yeah… it was three o’clock in the morning

and as per usual, I was awake,

so I wished that I were a feral cat.

No matter the consequence, it’s the cat

who chases stars in the night, ‘til morning

comes.  Then she packs away her games, awake

no more.  I want to leave stars in my wake;

stars that come on little cat feet…a cat

who finds peaceful slumbers in the morning.

Morning comes and I am still awake…but I wonder…where is the cat?

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Blueberries

Monday's Child Prompt - Illustration by Clara Burd

Blueberries

Bunnies love blueberries, and so do I.

I picked plenty this morning, so I’ll share.

Maybe I can save enough for a pie.

(Somehow I doubt I’ll have any to spare.)

Bunnies…would you pick more berries?  Come on,

and I’ll show you how.  It’s easy as pie.

We need more blueberries ‘cause they’re all gone.

They tasted so good, we ate our supply!

Let’s pick more tomorrow.  Bunnies, goodbye.

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Notes: The form is Novelinee.  The illustration is a sweet gentle picture that brought to mind a small child sharing his bucket of blueberries with some of the forest animals.

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As you may have noticed, I have not been around much in recent time.  There is a reason for that, but it is actually writing-related:  I am working to complete a middle grade historical novel.  

Because I attended a NJ SCBWI First Page session with two editors from know publishing houses, back in mid-April, I was given a three-month window of opportunity for submitting the finished book to those editors.  But...unlike previous sessions I had attended in past years, this time I only had the story sketch and the first page written.  (In the past, I've had entire books already written.)

Yikes!

Therefore, I have been researching and writing like crazy to get the book written (and polished) by the mid-July deadline.  I think I'm in the home stretch right now - so please keep your fingers crossed.

And after mid-July, I hope to be back in the proverbial saddle again, posting (and reading) poetry!  ☼

Beachy Thoughts

Illustration by Carmen L. Brown, 1917 - courtesy of Monday's Child

At the Shore

Another sunny morning at the shore and

The ocean greets my piggy toes in cool, foamy waves.

The shells on the beach and also in my bucket

Have a glowing iridescence: it’s like silvery silk, wrapped around a tiny world.

Everyone should have a morning like this at least once.

Starfish and conch and mussels swim by in the salty water.

“How do you do?” I sing, greeting each one with a smile.

Only time will tell if they’ll

Remember me after I’m grown, but

Every once in a while, when I see a pretty shell, I believe that they will.

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Poetic form: Acrostic

Process notes: This illustration brought back memories of when I was little and I visited my grandparents, who lived in Atlantic City.  I always looked forward to walking the beach so I could see the treasures hidden in the sands, and also, I loved stand in the shallow waves and feel the water tickle my toes.

Share & Shairi Alike

Monday's Child posted an adorable illustration by G. Shepheard of two little Dutch girls and two little cats - who are apparently fascinated by one another.  As the mom of twins, this prompt was irresistible to me.

Therefore, I decided I needed to write a quatrain kind of poem, in order to get the two and two/twin thing going.  I visited The Poets Garret for an idea, and found - to my delight - the form Shairi. 

Twins

Sister and I saw two small cats.  They looked at us and said, “Mew!  Mew!”

Sister observed, “Like us, they’re twins – that’s twice as nice!” I said, “So true.”

She asked the cats if they would like to come with us, or just pursue

some wee field mice.  Each thought a bit, then climbed aboard her wooden shoe…

…and my shoe, too.

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For those who might be interested, here's the scoop on the Shairi:

This is a rather unusual form, originating from Georgia in the 12th Century. The English language version is a mono rhymed quatrain of sixteen (16) syllables broken up into four sections.
There are two versions, the Dabali Shairi or low version, and the Magala Shairi or high version. The low version is not really suited to the Iamb poet as it consists of five syllables, followed by three syllables, a caesura and then a triple rhyme. Here is the schematic;

x x x x x, x x x, - x x x x x, (x x a) x x x x x, x x x, - x x x x x, (x x a) x x x x x, x x x, - x x x x x, (x x a) x x x x x, x x x, - x x x x x, (x x a)

The Magali Shairi is much better suited to the Iambic user as sections are broken up into fours (or two iambs), there is still a caesura after the second section, but the requirement is only for a double rhyme. Here is that schematic;

x x x x, x x x x, - x x x x, x x (x a) x x x x, x x x x, - x x x x, x x (x a) x x x x, x x x x, - x x x x, x x (x a) x x x x, x x x x, - x x x x, x x (x a)

The Story is Told in Paint Strokes...

Image courtesy of Magpie Tales/Smoldering Fires, Clarence Holbrook Carter, 1904-2000
Columbus Museum of Art

To Ahulani, Long Gone But Still Cherished, On Mother’s Day

The likeness was painted a long time ago.

The mountain was on fire, but that’s just background:

a setting for a portrait.  In this tableau

you cannot see the truth which an artist found

but if you knew the story, it might astound.

After years in the shadows of smoky peaks

she found the baby, with his pink chubby cheeks… 

but no one around knew who the small boy was

except that apparently someone left him

to fend for himself. And she said, “Just because

you’ve no name - perhaps abandoned on a whim? - 

it doesn’t mean you should lack.  Life shan’t be grim.

‘Little Boy from the Mountain of Fire,’ I

take you as my own.  Ohana.  ‘Til I die.”

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Process notes: The form is Rime Royal Sonnet.  The painting reminded me of a place in Hawaii, but viewed in a lens from long ago. The poem was penned in honor of mothers everywhere - especially since Mother's Day is this coming Sunday.

Rollin' in the Clover

Illustration - The Red Clover Fairy by Cicely Mary Barker/courtesy of Monday's Child

 The Red Clover Fairy and the Springtime Bumble Bee

Good Morning, Mister Bee.

I see

you’re visiting my bloom.

Perfume

and color brought you here,

my dear?

O Bumble Bee, it’s clear

you’ve come to pollinate ~

I so appreciate

new buds with Springtime cheer.

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(Poetic Form: Ovillejo)

A Note:

Hi there!  Yeah...it's been a while, hasn't it?  For those of you who stopped by to pay a call and write comments, I thank you so much!  Really!  And I'm sorry too, because not only I haven't posted recently, but I haven't visited anyone recently either.  I did manage to squeak out some poems for the PAD Challenge at Poetic Asides, but other than that, I really haven't had much time to do anything else, because of a different writing matter...

See, beside writing my quirky-ish mostly rhyme and mostly poetic form poetry, I also write children's fiction.  I did manage to get one novel (Penny Wishes, 2009) published by a small press, but alas, the press went out of business later in the same year.  I have several others in the works.

However, I just dreamed up a new story idea - which oddly enough, came from a dream (that's happened a number of times, believe it or not) and so I drafted an outline of the story (middle grade historical fiction) which I shared with my writing group.  They saw potential in it, which was pretty cool.  Right after that, I attended a 1st page SCBWI event which featured two editors from well-known publishers ... and it went pretty well.  So ... I've been heavily focused on that project, largely because I now have a three month window for submission.

And that's the story - at least to date.