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It’s Poetry Friday!

The leaves of the cherry tree in our back yard usually turn a fiery orange. That lasts about a week or so, then they all drop at once, sometimes seemingly overnight. But this year is different. The leaves on the outside have turned, but the inside leaves, the ones closest to the heart of the tree, are still green. It could be because of the lack of rain this season, or maybe the warmer temperatures, but to me it’s as if the tree is in denial, keeping something hidden to protect it.

If my poem for today strikes you as having a political undertone, it was unintentional (except “perhaps” on some unconscious level). The photo is the tree from last November, in all its fiery glory.

Perhaps

The maples know they must let go,
do what must be done.
But the cherry, oh the cherry,
she just pretends to understand.

Tipped with orange,
cherry hides what green remains,
holds it close,
protects the calm,
unprepared for the harsh to come.

Trees are survivors,
perhaps we are, too.
Draft, 2024RoseCappelli

Karen has the round up today here where she shares a hopeful poem by Ellen Bass. Be sure to stop by to fill your heart with lots of poetry goodness.

There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal.
-Toni Morrison

This isn’t the post I was expecting to write. Numb. Shell-shocked. Devastated. These are all adjectives I’ve heard to describe the feelings many of us have this week. I have them, too. On Wednesday I wanted to scream and cry, but I also wanted to write. It is often through writing that we can begin to understand.

On her post for This Photo Wats to Be a Poem, Margaret invited small poems in response to a photo of votive candles in a church. Inspired by her words, I wrote, then reworked a poem about hope I had written during the pandemic. That day I also had a conversation with my cello teacher (who also happens to be a writer). All that inspiration and all those ideas joined together in my poem for today.

Aftermath

In the shadow of what came to be
may we find comfort in
the warmth of the sun,
the glow of the moon,
the laughter of children,
the song of the wren.
And may we move forward
planting love, not hate,
growing truth, not lies,
sowing hope, not fear.
Draft, 2024RoseCappelli

Thanks for stopping by today. Cathy has the round up today at Merely Day by Day. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness.

Welcome to Poetry Friday!

“Goats have a special capacity for friendship and companionship both to humans and each other. They form inseparable friendships while foraging during the heat of the sun, or snuggled close to each other at night.” – Andre Harvey (1941-2018), American Sculptor

I’ve written many times about the beauty of Longwood Gardens, but I don’t think I ever wrote about Chloe and Lucinda, two goats sculpted in bronze that reside in a small area of the Gardens. When I walk through the gardens, I often find myself stopping by to admire them and soak up their energy. They were sculpted by Andre Harvey, a local artist who was inspired by his childhood growing up in a rural area of southeastern Pennsylvania. I love their simplicity and the way they express such kindness and love for each other.

Yesterday Chloe and Lucinda inspired me to write this triolet. I have a few friends who are going through difficult times right now, so I dedicate this poem to them.

Two Friends

Kindness and love from two special friends
cast in bronze, part of my heart.
Weighing life struggles and need for amends,
kindness and love from two special friends.
Thoughts dispersed like light that bends
lifting spirits, worries depart.
Kindness and love from two special friends
cast in bronze, part of my heart.
Draft, 2024RoseCappelli

Carol has the round up today at Beyond LiteracyLink where she invites readers to relax and reflect in autumn’s splendor. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness.

Welcome to Poetry Friday!

October is possibly my most favorite month of the year – we’re deep into fall where nature puts on her best dress, the promise of holiday get-togethers hangs in the air, and I get to celebrate many birthdays (including my own!).

So, it’s not surprising that I turned to October when crafting this week’s poem for the Nevermores. Brooke challenged us to write a poem that leans into short vowel sounds. As a teacher, I spent a great deal of time sharing books with students for craft and structure, and In November by Cynthia Rylant and Jill Kastner immediately came to mind as a mentor text. The ideas came first, with some intention as to the sounds of the words I was using. Then came revision, especially with word choice. This exercise stretched me to think of other words to create an image and to attend to the melody I was creating.

In October

In October
a crescent moon winks through undressed willows.
With snips and clips
I ready the garden for winter,
listening to diminished birdsong.

In October
the last lantana blossoms welcome visitors,
pumpkins spill from baskets.
I watch squirrels scurry to gather
winter weather snacks.

In October
low light lingers as shadows shroud the mums,
crickets have finished gossiping.
I dig in the rich soil of summer
to plant the promise of spring.
Draft, RoseCappelli2024

Matt has the round up today at Radio, Rhythm, & Rhyme where he is sharing a number of poetry anthologies to look forward to. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness.

Thanks for stopping by!