Thursday, February 13, 2020

Valentine Encouragement


Happy Valentine's Day to the Poetry Friday Community. Thank you for the love and encouragement you share with each post. The kind words offered by so many are true gifts that uplift and spur us to keep writing. Hop around to all the poems offered today by visiting Linda at Teacher Dance! Thanks for hosting, Linda.

We have two grandchildren new to college this year, in Connecticut and Virginia, and while I wanted to continue giving them valentine goodies, I also wanted to encourage them in this new phase of their lives.


            Deep Brain, flex

            risk unlimited vision

            reach around the globe

            now what?






So I turned to the seed catalog and my word pool - remember that wonderful idea from poemcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge? I love re-reading that book.

These found poems went into their boxes of chocolate chip cookies and favorite candy bars. Just so they'll remember I'm cheering for them.




Out on the rocky horizon

your path, a map

hatching endless possibilities

No worries!

Thursday, December 19, 2019

Winter Poem Swap



When Michelle Kogan's Winter Poem Swap package arrived, I immediately knew she had no qualms about sleuthing around my blog to discover my interests. I am grateful that she wove my love of history, Saint Hildegard's monastic ruins and my Greek ancestry all into a poem about the solace we all seek at this point in our history.

CLOISTER REMNANTS...
     For Joyce Ray

Time travel through sacred doorways
under ancient arched pathways, and
through cloister remnants of long ago...
Set aside your electronic contraptions,
your political mayhem, and
sit with history soaking in
moments of solace...

        © 2019 Michelle Kogan

 The poem unfolds in a beautiful accordion book illustrated with Michelle's art depicting scenes from her original painting of the Three Graces of Greek mythology in a cloister setting.  Michelle did visit the Cloisters museum in New York this past year!


I have to admit that I googled the Three Graces to learn what I didn't know. I discovered that I probably walked past Antonio Canova's stunning marble sculpture of the goddess sisters at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London last July. I was fresh off the plane and did not pay as much attention as I could have!


Included in my gift packet were samples of Michelle's fine art, all wrapped individually, so I could savor the discoveries. The poem appeared again, this time in a frameable print. I may decide to share the bounty by actually sending the art cards to friends, but I love the bookmark scene and accompanying poem so much that I plan to mount and frame it. How lucky I am to be able to enjoy Michelle's art as well as her poem!



Art and poetry have enriched this season, and with a grateful heart I share these holiday greetings from another century. My husband's mom saved everything!

A Glad Christmas

     This
greeting comes
with a spray
  of holly
To wish you a
  Christmas
glad and
  jolly!


Greetings. Greetings, and Oh say
  I called up Santa Claus today,
Told him to carry you his best
  And load you down like all
             possessed.


My Christmas Wish
          for You


May all the joy
   Of this glad day
Shine in your heart
   And on your way.




On this Winter Solstice, I wish you Love and Light on whatever path you walk. Buffy has the Roundup today. Head on over for Solstice celebrations and more! Thank you, Buffy.

Friday, December 6, 2019

Yearling Deer





 Today I'd like to share a poem written by a poet friend who lost a long battle with cancer this year. Loisanne loved the natural world. She was a gifted teacher of children. Her sense of hope and gratitude while facing her illness head on was an inspiration to all who knew her. I regret that I cannot ask permission to post Loisanne's poem, but I feel her generous spirit would say yes. I am grateful for Loisanne.


YEARLING DEER

Little one, I would touch that tawny fur,
That velvet nose, still damp with dew.
Little one, I would watch you place those hooves
Daintly on forest path known just by you
And walk by your side in meadow mist
Little one, I would sleep curled next to ferns and you
Through heavy midday sun
And merge with you at dusk along the river
In you, I feel my heart beat fright, your one protector
In you I feel the need to run from creatures
Hungry for warm blood
Then go, and let me feel the thunder of those hooves
Separate us now.
                                       ~ Loisanne Foster


Joyce Ray photo

 Tanita has the Poetry Friday Roundup today at [fiction, instead of lies] where Gratitude is the word of the day. Tanita shares a delightful poem about earthworms and the work they do that makes life possible and her own sonnet "greasing the wheels," reminding us that a simple "Thank you" makes "the gears and cogs" of our lives run more smoothly. She also invites us to join in a New Year's Poetry Challenge. Thanks, Tanita.




Friday, November 22, 2019

Giving Thanks on Poetry Friday


Asian Rural Institute mural
Happy Thanksgiving Poetry Friday Friends. I'm thankful for all of you and the gifts you share each week. The Roundup today is at Sloth Reads. Rebecca is celebrating Your Favorite National Food Day! Thank you, Rebecca.

It's "stick season" here in New Hampshire. Bare limbs are silhouetted today against gray skies. The only color is from evergreens, the rust colored beech leaves that hang on into winter, and red winterberries near swampy areas.

So in preparation for hibernation  mode, I've been working on a children's book abut the Asian Rural Institute in Japan where my husband and I volunteer. Today I'm sharing some haiku from a first draft. Rice harvest and sweet potato harvest are September celebration days at ARI. The big annual Harvest Thanksgiving Celebration is an annual event in mid-October.





golden rice bows
awaits the sickle
crows circle











sweet treasure
hiding in black soil
October’s prize














song, dance, food, games
celebrating the harvest
with thanksgiving




Haiku and photos copyright Joyce Ray