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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.

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Back in the day when I shared writing lessons with students and teachers, I often used “That Was Summer” by Marci Ridlon as a mentor text. Here’s the first verse:

Have you ever smelled summer?
Sure you have. Remember that time
when you were tired of running
or doing nothing much
and you were hot
and you flopped right down on the ground?
Remember how the warm soil smelled—
and the grass?
That was summer.

This week my poetry group was charged with exploring a sense, and Marci Ridlon’s poem immediately came to mind. I wanted to explore the sense of smell since so many of my memories, especially childhood memories, are linked to smells. “That Was Summer” was my jumping off point for my poem…

Can You Smell the Sun?

The smell of spring starts with the sun
encouraging each peony petal to open,
each honeysuckle bloom to burst.

It starts with the sun
rising over a salty sea
or a meadow of milkweed.

The smell of summer starts with the sun, too.
On a bed freshly made with line-dried sheets
or lotion-lathered limbs of kids diving in.

It starts with the sun
on sizzling sidewalks
and homespun fun.

Take a deep breath.
Can you smell the sun?
Draft, 2023Rose Cappelli

Patricia has the round up today at Reverie where she is celebrating a special anniversary. Be sure to stop by for a special tribute to love and commitment and lots more poetry fun! Happy anniversary, my friend.

It’s Poetry Friday!

I’ve been thinking a lot about dogs this week. I learned that a friend’s beloved pup was diagnosed with a serious illness, my own aging dog is battling some vision problems, and then came the most devastating news—one of my daughter’s dogs, the one that was supposed to outlive the other, unexpectedly passed away from an illness no one knew she had.

It’s not surprising that I found myself turning to the poems of Mary Oliver for comfort. As one who loved dogs, she had a way of deeply understanding them. Here are two passages from poems in Dog Songs (2013) by Mary Oliver:

“A dog can never tell you what she knows from the
smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know
almost nothing.”

“See how the violets are opening, and the leaves
unfolding, the streams gleaming and the birds
singing. What does it make you think of?
His shining curls, his honest eyes, his beautiful barking.”

Here’s a poem I recently wrote in response to a prompt from my poetry group, The Nevermores, to write a poem that begins with the line”This is what life does…”:

Remembering
by Rose Cappelli

This is what life does…

It wakes you early one morning and sets your soul
remembering—
remembering the dogs 
who hover inside your heart
in ways never imagined,
even now.

It guides you down a path of remembering
how much each has accepted,
given unconditionally and
shared all the love and comfort, joy and sorrow
of every part of your life
in every stage of your life.

Life, it seems, provides us a roadmap
for living well and growing old gracefully—
if we remember.
Draft, 2023RoseCappelli

My dog, Cyrus, in his younger days.

Robyn has the roundup today on Life on the Deckle Edge. Be sure to head over there for a lovely tribute to mothers and lots more poetry goodness.

It’s Poetry Friday!

We’ve been having some unusually cool weather here in the Northeast. Many mornings feel more like March than May, but the bluebird chicks have hatched, the peonies are bursting to bloom, and the hydrangeas are sporting new growth. All signs that Spring is certainly on the way.

Last week I had the pleasure of attending the Eastern PA SCBWI Pocono Retreat held at the Highlights Foundation. It was a wonderful weekend of catching up with old friends, meeting new people, inspiration, and learning. The speakers were wonderful and, as always at Highlights, there was fabulous food. I didn’t even mind the rainy weather and the early morning woodpeckers.

On her daily poem feed, Jane Yolen this week suggested writing about May. So I did!

Linda has the roundup today at Teacher Dance where she talks about kindness. I’m working to be more deliberate about noticing and performing small acts of kindness, so Linda’s post was the perfect reminder. She’s also put out an invitation to contribute to a collaborative kindness poem. Be sure to stop by!