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Happy Poetry Friday!

For the past few summers I’ve been participating (more or less) in Kate Messner’s Teachers Write online summer writing camp. This summer the focus is poetry and play, so of course I was all in. On Monday, Kate talked about found poems and challenged us to try it out. The fun part is always finding good source material.

I’m currently reading World of Wonders: In Praise of Fireflies, Whale Sharks, and Other Astonishments by Aimee Nezhukumatathil. Although Aimee is an extraordinary poet, this is a book of prose celebrating the wonders of nature and the lessons we can learn from them. In “Vampire Squid” Aimee talks about the ability of this creature to escape predators by seemingly disappearing, wishing she had that skill as the new girl in high school. As I read, I jotted down phrases, then rearranged and revised.

The New Girl: A Found Poem

like the vampire squid
with arm tips glowing and waving
who pulse-swims in darkness
then strikes a pineapple posture
arms overhead,
an appearance of fangs—

I wish to disappear.
Draft, 2023Rose Cappelli

I also returned to A Blessing of Toads: A Guide to Living with Nature by Sharon Lovejoy. I wrote about Sharon’s beautiful essays here, and from time to time I continue to read and reread from this book. Yesterday I read about an injured hermit thrush Sharon found. I concentrated on the part where she finds the bird and how she cares for it. I took some liberties with verb tenses and word forms, preserving as much of the original phrasing as possible.

A Thrush in My Picnic Basket: A Found Poem

Found: injured hermit thrush
beneath berry-laden bushes
one eye missing

a lidded picnic basket
becomes a temporary home:
holly for a perch
water
a crushed mush of berries

when I check
she tilts her head
gazes
preparing
to sing down the sun
Draft, 2023Rose Cappelli

Thanks Aimee Nezhukumatathil and Sharon Lovejoy for crafting such beautiful words and for the opportunity to refashion them into found poems.

Linda has the roundup today at A Word Edgewise where she takes us on a journey of words and art with a cluster of poems written around “Enough.” Be sure to stop by!

It’s Poetry Friday!

When I realized that Poetry Friday was just around the corner and I had nothing planned to post, I had a slight moment of panic. Then I remembered that most days I try to post a small poem, often a haiku, about something I noticed that day (thank you, Mary Oliver). I’m sorry I didn’t record the reference, but something someone posted on a Poetry Friday in June reminded me about softball.

When my daughter was in middle and high school she played on a couple of travel softball teams. So for several years in the spring and early summer I was on the road with her most weekends.It was usually just us, especially for the overnights, since my hisband would stay home with our teenage son. I have fond memories of that time when we were trapped in a car together, getting to know each other a little better.

Marcie has the round up today here where she gives a preview of her Sealy Challenge for 2023 and more. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness.

Happy Poetry Friday!

Irene has the round up today at Live Your Poem where she’s celebrating the Moon in advance of her forthcoming collection of poems, The Museum on the Moon: The Curious Objects on the Lunar Surface with illustrations by Myriam Wares, launching on August 8th.

Our Moon has been an object of curiosity for many people through the years, including myself. I have several picture books, fiction and nonfiction, on the subject. So it’s not surprising that when fellow poet, Bridget Magee, put out a call for her anthology, Two Truths and a Fib (2023), that I chose the Moon as my subject.

Here are two of my poems that appear in that book. Since one is a nonet and one is an etheree they kind of go together. I’ll save the third one, the FIB, for you to discover on your own.

Moon

the long-night moon makes me curious,         
hypnotized with wonder and awe
as it lights the garden path,
paints shadows in the grass—
a luminary
in the dark sky,
our faithful
cosmic
friend
© 2022, Rose Cappelli

Moon

from
darkness
a tiny
crescent appears,
spreading over time,
waxing to half a dime,
creeping farther and farther,
reaching, stretching toward the edge
until finally it lights the night—
fully illuminated, glowing, bright
© 2022, Rose Cappelli

The next full moon is almost here – July 3. That one will appear larger and brighter, the first supermoon of 2023.

Happy Poetry Friday!

I’m participating this year in the Summer Poem Swap, and this week I received an incredible gift from Linda Mitchell—a hand-crafted journal bursting with inspiration.

I poured over all the nooks and crannies (more than once) tucked with drawings, sayings, poems, and quotes, expertly designed with plenty of room for me to write my own. Because I was thinking of hand work, I was particularly drawn to a photo of some needlework. It could have been an example of cross-stitching, or maybe needlepoint, but it reminded me of the many crafts I once pursued. There was a time when I did a lot of cross-stitch—on magnets for school fairs, bookmarks, napkins, ornaments, wall hangings, and clothing. Below is a picture of a sweatshirt I decorated for my daughter when she was in elementary school of cross-stitched instruments she played. I kept it all these years thinking one day I’d turn it into a pillow.

It was fun to remember that time when I channeled more of my creativity into handiwork instead of words. Thanks to Linda’s gift, I found a way to combine them.

Cross-Stitching

needle in and needle out
inside a circle frame
count each stitch
create an X
watch a picture grow

an apple, a flower,
a rainbow, a star
on buttons and skirts
on bookmarks and shirts

busy hands creating,
shaping, fabricating
shining hearts and souls
Draft, 2023RoseCappelli

It’s very fitting that Linda has the round up today at A Word Edgewise. Be sure to head over for some fun with clunkers and lots more poetry goodness.

Welcome to Poetry Friday!

This post should probably come with a warning since it’s a bit sad. I started reading Bittersweet: How Sorrow and Longing Make Us Whole by Susan Cain. It’s thought provoking and has come at just the right time.

About a month ago I wrote a post about dogs. Dogs are still on my mind, but not necessarily because good things have happened. Since that time my daughter’s other dog passed. That one lived with us for a time, so we were particularly close to her. Our dog, Cyrus, continues to battle vision problems that have recently progressed, and the doctor suspects he may have lymphoma. We are spending our days keeping him comfortable and close, knowing that soon it will be time for a final farewell.

In Cyrus’ honor, I’m reposting a poem from November, 2022 along with an update.

The Voice Inside

He pauses at the top
of the stairs
where once he bounded down
without a care.
Now something warns
Beware.

One cautious step,
another follows
when something whispers
Take it slow.

His eyes adjust,
he’s on his way,
then something tells him
You’re okay.
©2022RoseCappelli

Buffy has the round up today where she shares two beautiful nature inspired poems. Be sure to visit for lots of poetry goodness.