Imagine the Possibilities

Today’s Poetry Friday Round Up is here! I signed up for this date because it felt like a very important date, forgetting at the time that it is important because it’s my granddaughter’s birthday. Long before I had grandchildren, I read how Jacqueline Kennedy encouraged her children to write or choose a poem to give to her or their grandparents as a gift for each holiday or birthday. The poems were pasted in a special scrapbook that served to bring comfort to them in later years. I also heard from a writer friend of mine who told me about a tradition she started of writing a poem for each of her grandchildren on their birthdays. Both of those influences inspired me to start a similar tradition.

I try to personalize the poems by remembering something we shared throughout the year. During the summer Nina and her brother spent a few days alone with us. We took walks through the backyard and talked about what we saw, exploring nature and stretching our curiosity. So, Happy 3rd Birthday, Nina. This one’s for you.

Walk With Me

Take my hand and walk with me,
Let’s talk of birds and flowers—
Of bees that buzz,
Of bunny fuzz,
Of milkweed for the monarchs.

Take my hand and walk with me,
Let’s peek into the birdhouse—
Spy on spiders,
Unearth hiders,
Hold a firefly.

Take my hand and walk with me,
The world is filled with wonder—
With all things new,
Just for you,
Waiting to discover.
Draft, 2022Rose Cappelli

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Spending time at the beach in September is one of my great joys. So this week, with the temperature and humidity down, I took a drive to Cape May, New Jersey for the day. As luck would have it, I came across a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay on the morning of my little sojourn that captured the excitement of what I was feeling.

Afternoon on a Hill
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I will be the gladdest thing
    Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
    And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
    With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
    And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
    Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
    And then start down!

I borrowed the first line and wrote a poem in the style of “Afternoon on a Hill”:

Autumn Afternoon in Cape May
(In the style of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “Afternoon on a Hill”

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
My joy will be nonstop!
I will walk each cobbled pathway,
peek into every shop.

I will wander on the shoreline,
let my thoughts run free.
I will watch the waves go out, come in
bringing treasures from the sea.

And when the light begins to fade,
when I must depart,
I’ll tuck the memory of this day
deep within my heart.

Draft, 2022 Rose Cappelli

You can read more about Cape May from Carol at Beyond Literacy Link, who vacationed there in August. And don’t miss the Poetry Friday Roundup here where Kat shares what’s been going on in her busy life down under, plus lots more poetry fun.

Carol has the Poetry Friday roundup today here. Be sure to stop by to read her beautiful farewell to summer. Her words and images are a delight.

We’re in a seasonal transition time now, and I’m already thinking about fall. This week I happened to come across the poem “The Scarecrow Prince” by Terry Webb Harshman in Lee Bennett Hopkins anthology Sharing the Seasons. That got me thinking about scarecrows and my fondness for them, probably stemming from my favorite Wizard of Oz character. But I couldn’t remember ever actually seeing one in a field. I’ve read many books about them like Beth Ferry’s The Scarecrow and Cynthia Rylant’s Scarecrow – beautiful, lyrical books that make me think differently about scarecrows. I remembered making a scarecrow one fall afternoon with my kids when they were small. We didn’t have straw, so we stuffed it with newspaper and sat him on the porch. That scarecrow mysteriously disappeared one night leaving only his boots, but that story is for another time.

The form I chose was inspired by Irene Latham’s pantoum “Belonging” in Dictionary for a Better World that she co-wrote with Charles Waters, a book I’m choosing to walk through by concentrating on one poem week by week. It was fun to revisit this form which I haven’t used much, but tried a few times with found poetry.

Our Scarecrow

Our scarecrow isn’t stuffed with straw
He’s packed with newspaper pages,
Dad’s old blue jeans, wading boots,
And a jack-o-lantern grin.

He’s packed with newspaper pages,
His head a scrunchy pillow.
With his toothy jack-o-lantern grin
He welcomes wee ones in.

Topped with a scrunchy pillow,
A candy-filled bin on his lap,
He welcomes scores of wee ones in
From his perch up on the porch.

With a candy-filled bin on his lap,
He hears their squeals of delight.
From his perch up on the porch,
He bids them all goodnight.

The prompt this week in my poetry group was to write a mask, or persona, poem. So the first thing I did was to start exploring some mentor texts. Instinctively I turned to In the Middle of the Night: Poems from a Wide-Awake House by friend and poetry mentor, Laura Purdie Salas. In the Middle of the Night is a collection of persona poems about the antics and thoughts of objects that come to life while we are sleeping. Not only did I think about all the poetry techniques Laura used to bring the objects to life and express their feelings, I also studied her poem titles and how they summed up the essence of the poem. Laura’s books and blog posts are great sources of inspiration and perfect for use by teachers and aspiring poets, so be sure to check them out.

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to write about, but when I read “Empty Pocket” about the lonliness of a pocket with nothing in it, I started thinking about kids going back to school and leaving their toys behind.

Bike’s Thoughts on Back to School

I’m propped up by the garden shed
With nothing much to do.
You’re back to school. I’m feeling blue.
It’s lonely here without you.

No more carefree summer days
Exploring someplace new.
You took the bus. There’s no more us.
It’s lonely here without you.

I count the hours, check the days
Until excitement breaks through.
Woohoo! Hooray! It’s Saturday!
It’s wheely wonderful with you!
Draft, 2022Rose Cappelli

Tanita has the roundup today here. Be sure to check it out for more poetry fun and learn about the Bop.

Happy Poetry Friday!

I woke early this morning thinking about my poem for today. I wasn’t prepared. I had nothing. So I searched through my notebook, hoping to come across a discarded line or phrase. I found this reference to dreams:

“Bits and pieces of unexpected memories trying to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle”

That was certainly me, trying to put together bits and pieces for a poem today.

Then I came across something that I think was inspired by a book title, The Invisible Bridge. I often use titles of books, poems, or songs for inspiration. I remember starting with a “What if” question (What if I were invisible?), then followed up with scraps of ideas, “bits and pieces trying to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle,” and this:

If I Were Invisible

If I were invisible
I’d crouch among the radishes
completely out of sight,
then make friends with the tiny mouse
who nibbles through the night.

We’d cross a bridge to nowhere,
find a field of buttercups,
then scamper home,
and curl to rest
in a cozy little nest.
Draft, 2022 Rose Cappelli

I can usually find inspiration or bits and pieces of something when I reread my notebooks. I’m glad I did this morning.

Dave has the roundup today (his first!) at Leap of Dave, where a post of mine from May is tagged. (Thanks for shout out, Dave.) Be sure to stop by for some poetry fun.