Rise Up! A Review

Throughout our long history, when something’s unfair
When rights need expanding, or wrongs need repair
Americans argue. We march and we cheer.
We write songs and speeches. We go volunteer
!
-Rachel C. Katz in Rise Up! Powerful Protests in American History

Happy Poetry Friday and 4th of July! Mary Lee has the round up today at A(nother) Year of Reading.

Last week Mary Lee invited us to join her and the other Inklings in writing poems of protest this week in celebration of Independence Day. Instead of an original poem, I’m joining in with a review of Rise Up! Powerful Protests in American History! by Rachel C. Katz and Sophie Bass, published by Barefoot Books.

In this powerful, nonfiction picture book told in rhyming verse, Katz focuses on the many ways in which Americans protest. She includes twenty-five moments of resistance and revolution in which protesters act alone or together, sing, write, make art, show up or go away. Each page of rhyming text is accompanied by a text box with a brief description of the event. Some of the events, like the Boston Tea Party or Ruby Bridges’s first day of school, are well-known. Others, like the Capitol Crawl which led to the passage of the Americans with Disabilities Act, offer information on important, lesser-known protests.

Sometimes the reader is directed to turn to the back matter where information on each event is expanded. There are a whopping fourteen pages of back matter including a timeline and a map. In the timeline as well as in her author’s note, Katz reminds us that American history did not begin in 1776, acknowledging the Native Nations that lived on the land before us.

This book can be accessed on many levels – to read and learn, for research, or perhaps simply for inspiration. Katz reminds us that the work is not done. We need to continue to redefine equality and justice in the plan begun by our forefathers and refined through the decades. The book concludes with this challenge:

Use your brain, use your voice, find your personal mission.
Join hands! Join a cause! Join a long, proud tradition!
To point out injustice and make hopes come true,
Protest is needed from people like you!

Thanks for reading!

Posted in Book Review, Poetry Friday | 16 Comments

Poetry Friday: Rosie’s Has It All

It’s Poetry Friday! Carol has the round up at The Apples in My Orchard. Be sure to stop by to see the beautiful wooden bowls and jewelry that she and her husband craft, plus lots of poetry goodness.

I’ve been vacationing with my family at the Jersey shore since I was a little girl. By the time I started taking my own kids there, a new bridge gave way to a new route that took us past Rosie’s Farm Market. We always made it a point to pick up some fresh produce or baked good, and my kids always teased about it being MY market. So, when Margaret posted a picture of a summer farm market for this week’s “This Photo Wants to Be a Poem,” my thoughts immediately went to Rosie’s where the slogan is “Rosie’s Has It All!” (My family also often quotes that slogan.) As much as I am looking forward to being on the beach with the whole gang in July, I’m also wildly anticipating a stop at Rosie’s.

Vacation Pit Stop

On the way to the shore
we stop at Rosie’s for
Jersey ripe tomatoes,
cucumbers and corn,
pink plump peaches,
blueberries and more –
Rosie’s has it all!
Draft, RoseCappelli2025

Photos are from Rosie’s website: https://rosiesfarmmarket.com/ If you’re in the Mullica Hill, NJ area, please stop by.

Posted in Poems, Poetry Friday | 12 Comments

Poetry Friday: Book Review and More

It’s Poetry Friday!

Last week I received my preorder of Where the Deer Slip Through written by Katey Howes and illustrated by Beth Kommes. Katey was a colleague, fellow poet, and friend who passed away much too young in 2024. I’ve read this book many times already, and each time I notice something new in the words or pictures and feel its calming quality.

The opening lines set the stage:

This is the hedge that grew and grew.
The wall of stone a bit askew.
They guard the yard. The barn does, too.
While just outside, hills roll and rise
away off into the pines.

This is the gap where the deer slip through,
when the sky is still more pink than blue.
Nibble and nudge and startle and dash
away off into the pines.

Using a cumulative structure that follows a day from morning to night, Katey and Beth take us into the wonder of the natural world to meet the creatures that inhabit a tiny farm, or maybe your own backyard. Beth’s characteristic scratchboard panels are the perfect accompaniment to Katey’s lovely rhyming text. It is the kind of book kids will want to fall asleep to and dream about.

It was somewhat serendipitous that the day after receiving the book I came home to find a doe nibbling my hydrangea bushes. It’s not unusual to spot deer wandering in the back yard and I know they visit at night, but this one was quite close to the house in the middle of the afternoon. I like to think it was Katey who came for a spot of afternoon tea.

Afternoon Tea

doe nibbles hydrangea
drinks rain pooled in leaf cups
waits for friends to slip through, too
Draft, RoseCappelli2025

Ruth is hosting the round up today on her blog. She is in the US from her usual home in Uganda and has posted some perfect summer poems about fireflies. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness.

Posted in Book Review, Poetry Friday | 14 Comments

Poetry Friday: Garden Beauties

It’s Poetry Friday!

I’ve been experimenting with creating a moon garden in my back yard, an area with plants that might capture and reflect the glow of moonlight. I did a little research, but mostly I’ve been looking on my own for plants and flowers in silver and white.

Last week I came across a plant called Angel Wings. I was attracted to its velvety silver leaves and its name. When I view it in the garden from the patio, it really does look like angel’s wings. It reminded me of the angels I sometimes see on gravestones, especially those of children, perhaps to provide comfort and guardianship.

Angel Wings

In moon’s soft glow,
Angel Wings rest
like gravestone guardians,
wait to rise
on silvery white fronds—
enchanting
Draft, 2025RoseCappelli

The peonies are up, but with all the rain we’ve had, they won’t last long. So I’ve been bringing in as many as I can. Peonies always bring back sweet childhood memories.

The Scent of Peonies

Peony shoots wake,
reach for the sun,
grow into sticky nubs
that slowly, slowly
unfurl
into fragrant pink and white cups.
I breathe in the sweetness.
I find the memories.
Draft, 2025RoseCappelli

Karen has the roundup today here. Please stop by for lots of poetry goodness, and thanks for reading.

Posted in Poems, Poetry Friday | 17 Comments

Poetry Friday: Writing Small and the Power of Punctuation

It’s Poetry Friday!

This month I’ve been using prompts from Georgia Heard from her newsletter Heartbeats. You can find out more here. Georgia encourages readers to write small daily. Here’s my tanka from Thursday’s prompt “what the wind carries.”

Wind whispers through trees
carrying wishes and dreams
in gentle breezes,
like a trapeze performer
hoping to stick a landing.
Draft, RoseCappelli2025

I’ve also been experimenting with punctuation in poetry after participating in Irene Latham’s wonderful webinar on Inked Voices “Harness the Power of Punctuation to Create More Impactful Poetry.” In my poetry group, The Nevermores, Marcie challenged us to write a poem with a form of punctuation we rarely use. I don’t think I’ve ever used a colon in a poem, but now I am seeing it everywhere. I was inspired reading from Barbara Kingslover’s How to Fly (In Ten Thousand Easy Lessons).

This poem combines a prompt from Georgia, “where you belong,” with the use of the colon. I’ve worn many hats in my life as a daughter, sister, teacher, wife, mother, writer, friend…and more. I narrowed it down to those who spoke the loudest.

Where Do I Belong?

A long life down many paths:
where do I belong?

In the garden:
memories from peonies—
the bridge from childhood.

Among children:
encouraging wonder,
awakening curious minds.

With books:
a room filled with shelves,
lined with time.


Footprints found in many places:
that’s where I belong…

pen in hand.
Draft, RoseCappelli2025

Ramona has the roundup today at Pleasures from the Page where she shares a very personal “Where I’m From” poem. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness.

Posted in Poems, Poetry Friday | 20 Comments