I-Clouds Got the Dirt on You

What will the cloud hold next? More than raindrops?

What will the cloud hold next?
More than raindrops?

The i-Clouds
“got the dirt”
on you!

holds it in the haze
flies it past mountains
screens it from hawks.

Then rains it down as mud
that thuds on heads:
splotches eyes
drips off nose
blows its spatter
on what matters.

Birds
sift for seeds
to grow trees
that grow leaves
to scatter into soil
for clouds to suck
to “hold the dirt”
on you.

Report from Honesdale PA: Skype with J Patrick Lewis

The Highlights Foundation set up this wonderful Skype Session For David Harrison’s
Workshop: “Poetry For the Delight of It” here in Honesdale, PA.
Patrick agreed to answer questions about Poetry and share some of his poems with us.

Lewis encouraged us to use many forms for our poems, as shown in: “The Shapes of our Singing”.
We left the 30 minute session with a hardbound copy of “If You Were A Chocolate Mustache” by J Patrick Lewis and illustrated by Matthew Cordell, a gift from Highlights.

Patrick read from a poem he wrote for Oct 1st, The International Day of the Elderly.
“So many things you anticipate, you won’t want to do when you’re old.”
“A rose is a gift to the air”
“Is sadness the reason for rainbows?”
And in a poem for Helen Keller, wrote the refrain: “I’m not alone; Ann Sullivan’s with me”

His most significant advice was to use:
“strong, personified action verbs”
(Delete the adjective-clutter)
As Mark Twain said: “If you catch an adjective, kill it”
Patrick quoted a phrase from a haiku to illustrate a personified verb:
“The bee staggers out of the peony”

We will prompt children to sing, create poetry and rhyme their little hearts off.
Lewis says “he’s a loner” but his poetry and scholarly techniques pluck our strings. We play along like an orchestra in a pod! It’s a setting sun symphony!

Please May I?

dog-on-horse

As a child we played a game called:
“Please may I?”
The leader on the sidewalk said I could take: three giant steps, or five umbrella steps, or two baby steps, or two backward steps.
One was not allowed to begin until asking: “Please may I”
If you forgot, you had to return and begin at the starting place.
What power was given to the leader to design the choreography,
and then grant permission to proceed.
The game was a grand tribute to courtesy
and we learned to interact with respect.
The word “May” is endowed with power.
Perhaps God used it when He created us, thinking: They may obey or disobey.
I want them to choose!!!!

A Kyrielle Sonnet: My Mountain Top’s My Vista Beam

Q'sSunset

My Mountain Top

My mountain top’s my vista beam
O’er river, hills, trees and stream;
It’s home to turkey, deer, birds’ flight
It flashes magic day and night.

The hawks hunt high; while wood chucks dig
Their gaze upon the land so big;
The tunnels shine in moonlight bright
It flashes magic day and night.

Gold finch glitters: zigger and zag;
Red throat peckers gobble seed bag.
Squirrels lay store for snowy blight
It flashes magic day and night!

My mountain top’s my vista beam
It flashes magic day and night!

A villanelle: My Treasure’s in the Cloud!

My Treasure's in the Cloud!

My Treasure’s in the Cloud!

My treasure’s in the Cloud!
My i-Mac stored it there!
Its debut leaves me proud.

Six poets found it: “wow’d”
My writing in the air!
My treasure’s in the Cloud!

Its rhythm’s hot and loud
My pleasure’s theirs to share
Its debut leaves me proud!

Kerplunk! kerplutz! kerpow!
The beat’s a rock-jazz pair
My treasure’s in the Cloud!

It shakes your rhyme, I vow
Castanets to flair
Its debut leaves me proud!

So jump ‘n sway ‘n clap
‘N snap hands hard on lap
My treasure’s in the Cloud!
Its debut leaves me proud!

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Pattern #44 Window Pains

Window Panes

Window Panes

window panes cut, pierce,
plunge veins, spurt blood, pain plunges
nerves spout electric!

Pattern #43 Wonder Years

Photo by Meredith DeLoca

Photo by Meredith DeLoca

Post stroke, ninety, mate
Yet wide eyes mouth sigh: wonder’s
pink effervescence!

Pattern #42 By My Side

By My Side

By My Side

grooming, warmth, hearing,
peering in the dark: tasty
morsels shared ‘n learned!

Pattern #41 “Top of the Hill”

Hate It When He Plays Everest

Hate It When He Plays Everest

“Top of the hill” will
flair: fleeting moment’s mem’ry:
stature of angels!

Pattern #40 Rainbow Bridge Arch

Photo by Seth Snap

Photo by Seth Snap

sky’s archery leap-
frogs bridge; spans blue rivulet
running edge to edge!

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