
give me your tired seeds
sunshine, water, and air, they need…
verdant food they’ll breed!
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
22 Apr 2020 Leave a comment
in earth day, Poetry Tags: and air, earth day, give me your tired seeds, sunshine, they need, verdant food they'll breed, water

give me your tired seeds
sunshine, water, and air, they need…
verdant food they’ll breed!
21 Apr 2020 Leave a comment
in mansions, Poetry Tags: by Wendy Jorgensen, mansions, mansions of the earth, rich deposits seeking life, stream pours down licking silt

by Wendy Jorgensen
stream pours down licking silt
rich deposits seeking life
mansions of the earth
20 Apr 2020 Leave a comment
in azure elixir, Poetry Tags: azure elixir, azure reflections, Erin Jay, in the eyes, portend magis's elixir of soul

by Erin Jay
azure reflections
in the eyes portend magic’s
elixir of soul.
19 Apr 2020 Leave a comment
in letterhead, Poetry Tags: abcdarian, Alphabet Sentence, blossoms, by John Stevens, letterhead

abcdarian by John Stevens
alphabet sentence
blossoms
letterhead
18 Apr 2020 Leave a comment
in flourishes, Poetry Tags: another alphabet, flourishes, Italic Calligraphy, John Stevens, ligatures, shimmering from every sky, singing from every river, whispering from every leaf

Italic calligraphy by John Stephens with ligatures and flourishes
There is another alphabet whispering from every leaf,
singing from every river,
shimmering from every sky.
17 Apr 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry
this is life in Maine
An Ars Poetica poem
talks about the art of writing poetry,
presents the poet’s views on what a poem is
and how it should be written.
Tea in Maine
A poem is sound: Ruth Grierson plays violin.
A poem is memory: Scottish jigs & ballads;
A poem is taste: all kinds of music but rap!!!!!!
A poem is smell: while we sip English Tea
A poem is a stage: at the library;
A poem is a story: hear about:
the ceremonial burning
of old buildings that need replacement
the Fire of 1947;
that stopped when the fireball hit the sea!
the flames brought forth
the aspen, birch and new seeds that burst in the heat!
17 Apr 2020 Leave a comment
in cello, Poetry Tags: across my heart, cello, clapping of a few moist hands, Hauser, JSBach, peeling off long white chords, suite#2 in D Minor Prelude, Ted Kooser, the light in my hair, Weather Central

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There’s Something About A Cello
Cellos are resonant. It feels to me as if the bow were playing
right across my heart rather than the strings. Talk about a cello in
your poem, or if you don’t love the sound of a cello, let your poem
speak about delight in another instrument.
Peeling a Potato
Pablo Casals should see me now,
bowing this fat little cello,
peeling off long white chords.
I am not famous like Pablo,
not yet. The amphitheater
of the kitchen sink is nearly empty.
As the notes reel out,
I hear only the hesitant clapping
of a few moist hands.
I am playing the solo variations
of J.S. Bach. Wonderfully,
I sweep with my peeler. See me lean
into the work, tight lipped,
the light in my hair. Inspiration
trickles over my handsome old hands.
Ted Kooser
in Weather Central
On Bach’s Cello Suite No. 2 in D Minor
Prelude
16 Apr 2020 Leave a comment
in daffodils, Poetry Tags: a crowd dancing in the breeze, daffodils, I wondered lonely as a child, my heart fills with pleasure, sister Dorothy, ten thousand, the best lines in the poem, the bliss of solitude, the flash upon the inward eye, wife Mary, William Wordsworth

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
“I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud” by William Wordsworth. Public domain.
It was on this day in 1802 that William Wordsworth (books by this author) was walking home with his sister, Dorothy, and saw a patch of daffodils that became the inspiration for one of his most famous poems.
They were returning from a visit to their friends Thomas and Catherine Clarkson, who lived on the shore of Ullswater, the second largest lake in England’s lake district, a beautiful deep lake, nine miles long, surrounded by mountains.
Dorothy wrote in her journal: “When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow park we saw a few daffodils close to the water side. We fancied that the lake had floated the seeds ashore and that the little colony had so sprung up. But as we went along there were more and yet more and at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake, they looked so gay ever glancing ever changing.”
William was impressed by the daffodils too, but William didn’t write anything about them for at least two years, maybe more. No one is sure when he wrote the poem “I wander’d lonely as a cloud,” but it was published in 1807. Not only did Wordsworth probably reference Dorothy’s journal for inspiration, but his wife Mary came up with two lines: “They flash upon that inward eye / Which is the bliss of solitude.” William said they were the best lines in the poem.