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Thursday, January 19, 2017

Poetpourri

Happy Poetry Friday!  As you finish here, visit sweet Violet who is hosting the Poetry Friday Roundup today!

News regarding the Poetpourri:

I am having SO much fun with this Potpourri of Poetic lines that I am going to open it up to one and all!  Here is what I wrote last Saturday about it:

New thought.  NEW THOUGHT! (Yes, I'm yelling.)
What if anyone who had a mind to, composed a poem at the same time I am?  Same lines used, same reveal day?
Raise your hand if you think that would be fun!  You know it would!
Line submissions deadline would be by midnight, next Friday (21). * I am closing the lines now, so everyone will see them today and start asap if they are interested.*

I will make sure all the lines are posted on my blog every day this week for anyone who wants to take a poetic shot at unscrambling them and creating a ferocious poem.

The finished poem should be posted on each Poem Potpourri Poet's site on January 27, 2017, and linked to Poetry Friday Roundup to get lots of visibility. . I will also have a link up here, for double visibility.

So, I am officially opening this up.  I think it would be fun to see what comes of these lines in all our different brains!

Looking forward to reading all the poems! Pass it on!

So.  Here are the Poem Potpourri lines for use in a grand ferocious poem:

  1. Buffy S: "ferocious women who never bring you coffee" - refrigerator magnetic poetry
  2. Donna S (me): "always leave a wild song" - refrigerator magnetic poetry
  3. Linda B: "dreaming women do art in poetry" - from her pile of poetry blocks
  4. Buffy S: "where wizards and wolves rush by in a blur of green and gold and gray" - patched together from Kate Dicamillo's Where Are You Going Baby Lincoln
  5. Kay: "ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones" from Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five
  6. Linda M: "waking the world to a new day"
  7. Margaret S: "steam that climbs like smoke from a fire" - this was in the comments the first week, and I'm not sure if it is a comment or a line... but I'm using it! 
  8. Carol V: "fearless women reach out, connect, and find joy in life's intertwined moments" - Connecting the word "fearless" that April had used last week.
  9. Tabatha Y: "little chest to put the Alive in" - Emily Dickinson
  10. Joy: "wear loose clothing and a smile" - from a thought and some connections
  11. Jan GA:  "I feel like there should be more stories out there for girls, and I try to tell them" - a quote from Hope Larson from the book COMICS CONFIDENTIAL.
  12. Mary Lee H: "ferocious women do not exaggerate" - from Mary Oliver's UPSTREAM on page 109, "I do not exaggerate."
  13. Brenda H: "make a ferocious dinner then eats masks, drips truth and saves softness for dessert"
  14. Keri L: "radical at their core" from her husband's magazine, "Guns & Ammo"
  15. Kiesha S: "ferocious women would rather drink the wind" - a line from Mary Oliver's (Why I Wake Early) titled "The Arrowhead"
  16. Diane M: "Out of endurance, exaltation" - a line from the poem "Monadnock" by Robert Francis.
     
If you choose to accept this assignment/challenge, here are the guidelines:
  1. You may break the given lines up into phrases, esp. if the line is broken into prepositional phrases.  
  2. A word used in a line may be repeated elsewhere as needed.
  3. You may add or change articles (a, an, the...).
  4. You may change tenses, as necessary for meaning.  
  5. If you haven't added a line to the poem, you may not add one now. Others won't have it to use.  
  6. However, if you can create a brand new line using individual words from the given lines, feel free! Do not do that for the whole poem though - that may be another challenge on another day! 
  7. Phrases should still be identifiable even though the whole line may not be in one unit still. (for example: "ignore the awful times" may be used in one place and "concentrate on the good ones" may be in another place).  
  8. Remember, these are only guidelines, as it IS poetry and we ARE poets...
  9. Rules are meant to be broken.
  10. You may make your own rules if you don't like these - and that way you aren't breaking a rule.
  11. Oh, and if we get an unwieldy number of lines in the next week...I may change the rules, but so far, you need to use ALL the submitted lines in some way.
  12. Please copy and paste the list of participants and their lines in your blog so that each is credited, along with some of their sources for the lines!
  13. Link up here on that day also for potential extra traffic to your poem!
  14. There is no 14.  I just didn't want to stop on 13.
And now my own double haiku for today:

Poem 20

Sky sputters today
Angry fists and frosty fits
Icy drips of spit

Sky will sing again
Happy hums, laughter, bright eyes
Heartwarming suntouch

Donna JT Smith

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

So Far So Pretty Good

i have at least one poem a day so far this year. On the days I don't have one posted here, I have my "keeper".  I have also been working on postcard poetry and the Poetpourri Poem.
The days have been full of writing in one way or another.
Please check Saturday's post ((which I'll link when I get home and am not posting from my phone!) and I didn't because I got home too late...)
It's an idea for you!

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Poem Potpourri Poets

Regarding the Poem Potpourri:
I couldn't wait.  I had to try it out.
I have a very rough draft now...and I am goosity-bumply!  I can barely wait to share it on Friday, the 27th!  I'll wait, of course, to see if there are any more lines to come - but right now... oh...my...word!  I'm loving this process!

Please feel free to add your line in the comments below or on some other day this week if you haven't yet.  There's still a week to go.  I'll happily harvest more lines if they sprout!
At this point I've kind of determined that I am going to make this a New Yearly thing - cause it's so much fun!

New thought.  NEW THOUGHT! (Yes, I'm yelling.)
What if anyone who had a mind to, composed a poem at the same time I am?  Same lines used, same reveal day?
Raise your hand if you think that would be fun!  You know it would!
Line submissions deadline would be by midnight, next Friday (21).  I would make sure all the lines were posted on my blog every day that week listed for anyone who wanted to take a poetic shot at unscrambling them and creating a ferocious poem.
The created poem would be posted on each Poem Potpourri Poet's site on January 27, 2017, and linked to Poetry Friday Roundup to get lots of visibility.
I am officially opening this up.  I think it would be fun to see what comes of these lines in all these different brains!

I'll post again on Friday, so more will know about it.  Pass it on!

Poem Potpourri thus far:
  1. Buffy S: "ferocious women who never bring you coffee" - refrigerator magnetic poetry
  2. Donna S (me): "always leave a wild song" - refrigerator magnetic poetry
  3. Linda B: "dreaming women do art in poetry" - from her pile of poetry blocks
  4. Buffy S: "where wizards and wolves rush by in a blur of green and gold and gray" - patched together from Kate Dicamillo's Where Are You Going Baby Lincoln
  5. Kay: "ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones" from Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five
  6. Linda M: "waking the world to a new day"
  7. Margaret S: "steam that climbs like smoke from a fire" - this was in the comments the first week, and I'm not sure if it is a comment or a line... but I'm using it! 
  8. Carol V: "fearless women reach out, connect, and find joy in life's intertwined moments" - Connecting the word "fearless" that April had used last week.
  9. Tabatha Y: "little chest to put the Alive in" - Emily Dickinson
  10. Joy: "wear loose clothing and a smile" - from a thought and some connections
  11. Jan GA:  "I feel like there should be more stories out there for girls, and I try to tell them" - a quote from Hope Larson from the book COMICS CONFIDENTIAL.
  12. Mary Lee H: "ferocious women do not exaggerate" - from Mary Oliver's UPSTREAM on page 109, "I do not exaggerate."
  13. Brenda H: "make a ferocious dinner then eats masks, drips truth and saves softness for dessert"
  14. Keri L: "radical at their core" from her husband's magazine, "Guns & Ammo"
  15. Kiesha S: "ferocious women would rather drink the wind" - a line from Mary Oliver's (Why I Wake Early) titled "The Arrowhead"

If you choose to accept this assignment/challenge, here are the guidelines:
  1. You may break the given lines up into phrases, esp. if the line is broken into prepositional phrases.  
  2. A word used in a line may be repeated elsewhere as needed.
  3. You may add or change articles (a, an, the...).
  4. You may change tenses, as necessary for meaning.  
  5. If you haven't added a line to the poem, you may not add one now. Others won't have it to use.  
  6. However, if you can create a brand new line using individual words from the given lines, feel free! Do not do that for the whole poem though - that may be another challenge on another day! 
  7. Phrases should still be identifiable even though the whole line may not be in one unit still. (for example: "ignore the awful times" may be used in one place and "concentrate on the good ones" may be in another place).  
  8. Remember, these are only guidelines, as it IS poetry and we ARE poets...
  9. Rules are meant to be broken.
  10. You may make your own rules if you don't like these - and that way you aren't breaking a rule.
  11. Oh, and if we get an unwieldy number of lines in the next week...I may change the rules, but so far, you need to use ALL the submitted lines in some way.
  12. Please copy and paste the list of participants and their lines in your blog so that each is credited, along with some of their sources for the lines!
  13. Link up here on that day also for potential extra traffic to your poem!
  14. There is no 14.  I just didn't want to stop on 13.
Looking forward to seeing what comes next!

Friday, January 13, 2017

Friday's Ferocious

I have a few lines for this.  I'm asking for more today, and next Friday I'll assemble/compose!

So far, and in no particular order (especially not in poetic order yet!):

Linda B: "dreaming women do art in poetry" - from her pile of poetry blocks
Buffy S: "where wizards and wolves rush by in a blur of green and gold and gray" - patched together from Kate Dicamillo's Where Are You Going Baby Lincoln
Kay: "Ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones." from Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five
Linda M: "waking the world to a new day"
Margaret S: "Steam that climbs like smoke from a fire" - this was in the comments the first week, and I'm not sure if it is a comment or a line... but I'm using it! 
Carol V: "Fearless women reach out, connect, and find joy in life's intertwined moments."
Connecting the word "fearless" that April had used last week.
Tabatha Y: "little chest to put the Alive in" - Emily Dickinson
Joy: "wear loose clothing and a smile" - from a thought and some connections
Jan GA:  "I feel like there should be more stories out there for girls, and I try to tell them." - a quote from Hope Larson from the book COMICS CONFIDENTIAL.
Mary Lee H: "Ferocious women do not exaggerate." - from Mary Oliver's UPSTREAM on page 109, "I do not exaggerate."
Brenda H: "Make a ferocious dinner than eats masks, drips truth and saves softness for dessert."
Keri L: "radical at their core" from an excerpt in an ad in Guns & Ammo"!
Kiesha S: "ferocious women would rather drink the wind" - a line from Mary Oliver's (Why I Wake Early) titled "The Arrowhead"

As a refresher, here are excerpts from the background post:
Buffy Silverman posted some refrigerator poetry she and her daughter did, and one line caught her attention as she was editing her composition.

I, too, liked the sound of that line and decided to do something with it - though not sure what.  Then this morning I came up with a think.  She left out "who", but I'm going back to her original line from her poem:

My think was to add to it, like a progressive poem.
Only maybe using pre-packaged words.  Refrigerator magnets, words from a page on a book, words on book titles... whatever.  Just show the source of your words you used.  Found stuff!

Here's mine:


Ferocious women who never bring you coffee
always leave a wild song...
If you have an interest and a bunch of words somewhere... I'll be asking for more lines to add to this. What else do these ferocious women do to sweeten our lives?  It will be a kind of list poem.

Hope you can join in for a bold, hopeful, joyous Poem Potpourri!
Just name your source, and send your line enclosed in quotes in the comments today, and all week.  I will list the lines next Friday.  Then, given those lines, I will "assemble" a poem by Poetry Friday on January 27 - I hope!

What else would these "ferocious women" do, not do, like, say, read, make, create, etc.?

Note: If any lines don't make sense grammatically when I want to assemble the poem I may make slight adjustments for tense or form.


Ferocious women who never bring you coffee
Always leave a wild song;

  Have a Ferocious day! 
Between the ferocious acts
when your ferocity slacks
visit Keri Recommends
where rhythm with rhyme blends -
Relax, enjoy the fun
'Cause poetry's number one.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aha!  There it is - poem number 13!
Have a sweet day!

Next Friday, I will share the wonderful postcards I've received over the last couple of weeks!

*A poetic note.  I have just had Potpoetic Epiphany (Saturday). 
You may read about it here if you are here now. So go there or here rather...so you can read what's there.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Dissident in the Midst

Haiku Number 11 is at the end, if you make it that far.

I love you all, but I just thought you should know; there's a dissident in your midst. I know I am not the only one.  We rarely speak out.

I've listened to, or perhaps rather, read lots of posts and comments lately about politics and related depression, sadness, apprehension, fear, etc.

I need to say something - something that will probably offend, but no more so than I've been offended lately.

I am tired of having people speak as if the world as we know it is coming to an end, and assuming that everyone thinks the way they are thinking.  People who think as I do are not at the ready to fight or put down others with differing opinions, and thus, we are not only not heard, but are invisible to those who are belittling our choices, decisions and intentions.
I am intimidated by the outspokenness and intolerance of many around me, by the very people who would say we all need to embrace diversity, uphold freedom of speech, and drop prejudices.

I don't need one more person to tell me that I am an idiot for voting for my candidate.  There were other quiet, intelligent Americans who voted that way, too. I said nothing 8 years ago when I was more than a tad concerned.

I just want to say, please stop. I thought this was a friendly, thoughtful community of writers and teachers.  I thought it was a safe environment.  I don't feel that way now. I am apprehensive each time I open a new post to read.  I am reticent to write.

Can we not just get together on this and show our students how a democracy works, how voting works, how we put our shoulders square and get back to the job of making our nation work? Do we have to keep undermining? Keep calling names?  What are we teaching our youth about not getting our own way?

Can't we just COEXIST, as I see on so many car bumper stickers - except mine?  I prefer to actually do it than have people read it.

My negative rant is done, I guess. I am just so stinkin' tired of having everyone assume I'm thinking what you're thinking, when I'm not.

******************************
Haiku 11
A Dissident in the Midst

Making known my choice
With a tremor, a lone voice;
What's to fear or lose?

Donna JT Smith, January 11, 2017
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Again:
I love you all, 
but 
I just thought 
you should know;
there's a dissident 
in your midst. 
I am not the only one.  
We rarely speak out.

The comments on this may explain why.
I hope not.  Please be kind.  
I don't often write defensively,
let alone offensively.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Poem on a Tuesday

It is getting late for posting, but I promised myself I would reach 365 poems this year - maybe not all posted online, but 365 in my files.

Here's number 10 (and I will have 10 more in my files after this one)!
Today it was cold and clear out.  It's supposed to warm up a bit for tomorrow and maybe we'll get some rain.  On the coast we often get rain mixed with snow, which then freezes nice and solid, though chunky.

My sister-in-law just fell on the ice and broke her leg.  Today is pin setting day for her.  Metal is being installed in her leg today to help strengthen her tibia.  I guess back a number of years that kind of a break would make it so someone limped forever after that.  Or I suppose even losing the leg could have been the outcome.  It is so wonderful that now we can have most maladies and injuries remedied fairly well, if not perfectly.

So I guess this should be a winter and ice kind of poem today.  Let's see if it is.

Winter Wilderness

Icy mountaintops
Snow draped vales, frosty valleys
Echo snowflake sighs

Donna JT Smith
Number 10

Yes, it is.

Monday, January 9, 2017

Monday

It is Monday, January 9, 2017.

I am stating the obvious here.  The first sentence is how I would start my Monday morning chart in first grade, and then introduce something we would do or have a note about the weather.  It was a structure that held our days together and grounded us in our steps together that day.

Since I retired, it has become harder to remember what day of the month it is.  Days of the week aren't as obscure, because there are still markers for me, like church on Sunday, breakfast at Blueberries on Saturday, and Poetry Friday on...well, Friday.  The other days may mingle together, but my weekend days are pretty stable and anchor me throughout the rest of the week.

I've recently thought I might put a "morning message" on my refrigerator to help me set my day's schedule and thoughts.  I think I will go get that little white board I have stashed away and start writing the date, weather and what special thing I have planned for myself for later in the day!  That sounds like fun.

It is Monday, January 9, 2017.

 Days charted, months spent
Wielding words, numbers, skinned knees
Time once taut, relaxes.

Donna JT Smith
Poem 9 for 2017

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Last Night's Snow

Night's snow left our world
Lumpy, all color erased
Diamonds evolving.

I've written this first thing this morning while it is still dark.  When the sun comes up it's going to be so pretty and sparkly... just black and white

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Sat-today and Thought

What a strange feeling.  My husband has just retired, for real.  Phones and email for business shut down.  No more travel each week to Rhode Island for a couple of days.  That has been going on for years.  I'd accompanied him on a few trips down after my retirement.  This would be the last "company" trip. On Wednesday, I went down for a quiet dinner at the Capitol Grille in Providence with the company's ad agency. 

We said our good-byes to the staff at the hotel where he always stays.  They left a gift in our room while we were out for dinner.  They know us fairly well now, and I think I'll miss having these "strangers" as friends.  Our drive down was leisurely, but the drive back home was even more leisurely.  We had a wonderful time and caught up with our son to have supper at home.

Now we find ourselves deciding what to do.  We have plenty to do.  We need to get the  house we're in ready to sell this spring.  We need to pare down to move into our smaller home, Gull Haven, that we have been having renovated/restored over the past 5 years.  We spied it quite by accident on a coastal trip looking at another house.  It has required a lot of work, as it was standing vacant for many years.  It seems to be a much happier house - soon to be home - now. 

Since the house is in a nice location with quite a nice ocean view, and it actually has a bathroom and heating system; we are hoping that the taxes won't make it impossible for a retired couple to reside there.  If it is too expensive, we will just sell and move on.  But for this summer...we are ON the ocean.  Oh, yeah.

Our little yellow house by the sea.  New roof is going on, kitchen being done, needs a gable end trim and new front steps and mud room in back.  We are getting there.  If the winter stays mild, we will be all set!

Haiku 7

Together

Weathering weathers,
Seasoning seasons with joy
Retiring untired.

Donna JT Smith


Friday, January 6, 2017

OLW - No Really

Ferocious women who never bring you coffee
Always leave a wild song; 

*See below for more info*
 
Haiku 6

REACH

Shifting focal points
Recycle golden moments
One heart at a time


I had announced that my OLW was COMMIT, but I had a sudden change of heart.  Actually, I'd complained aloud to my husband that I wasn't enthralled with it.
Then when writing on Wednesday morning, I suddenly was struck with the word "REACH".  COMMIT wasn't active enough still for me.  REACH gives me so many more possibilities in life.

I had watched a movie this past week, "Savannah Sunrise".  The woman in it was so good at reaching out to people and caring, that it inspired me to try to be more like that. I realized that morning that I had a desire to reach out to others more.

On Wednesday morning during our breakfast in the hotel dining area, I heard a gentleman ask a woman if she would like assistance with her luggage.  She had a number of bags she was dragging through the lobby out to her car - in one trip.  She smiled but declined the help.  I finished my breakfast, and then approached him as he sat drinking his tea.  I thanked him for being such a kind gentleman, and we got into a brief exchange about how many more people are predominantly good and kind than we would be led to believe if we just watched tv all day.

Thursday morning I struck up a conversation with the waitress at our hotel.  Just below her name on her badge it said "Ask me about my puppy."  So I did.  We ended up sharing our pictures of our animals, and having a really nice chat.  I reached out more than I usually do, and met a really nice person, with a tatoo of her recently deceased dog's paw on her arm.

Yesterday I also got a text from my niece who expressed that she missed my mom and sharing all the things her great grandchildren were doing and how they were growing.  She passed before seeing any of them.  I mentioned how I also often thought of her.  I often try to think of what she would have done in a particular situation and lean on my understandings of how she would handle things.  She was a person who easily put herself in other people's shoes, read them and reached out to draw them to a place of comfort.  That said, she also didn't baby anyone....somehow she struck a balance of giving comfort and confidence.   Never an extrovert, she nonetheless often quietly reached out.

I think we could safely say Mom would be happy with Buffy Silverman's line from last Friday: "ferocious women who never bring you coffee".

I added to Buffy Silverman's line from last Friday on my post using my refrigerator magnets:
"always leave a wild song"

And now I am wondering - REACHing out - asking for some more lines made with magnetic poetry kits or other found words - titles, cross out...whatever.
Just name your source, and send your line enclosed in quotes in the comments today, and all week.  I will list the lines next Friday.  Then, given those lines, I will "assemble" a poem by Poetry Friday on January 27 - I hope!
What else would these "ferocious women" do, not do, like, say, read, make, create, etc.?

If you have sent a line already,
please resend it today in quotes so I will know for sure that you are submitting those words.  If any lines don't make sense grammatically when I want to assemble the poem I may make slight adjustments for tense or form.

Ferocious women who never bring you coffee
Always leave a wild song;

Have a deliciously ferocious day!  
And reach out to someone this week!

But first... Go visit the other offerings for Poetry Friday at friend, Linda Baie's blog, TeacherDance today or any time this week.

PS  For those wondering or keeping tabs on me: I did write a poem for yesterday, but only one, so I did not post Thursday.  So far, so good.  Might just REACH my goal of a daily happy happening poem this year, though it is so early in the game!