Sealey Chapbook Challenge-12

singing a tree into dance-Jaki Shelton Green

Special Edition by Carolina Wren Press (2003) for Governor’s Award

for Literature

singing a tree into dance-Jaki Shelton Green, Poet Laureate

Ms. Green has attended Warren Artists Market First Friday Poetry Night

in Warrenton, NC

We thoroughly enjoyed sharing our readings with her.

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Sealey Chapbook Challenge-11

Over Tea – terri st cloud -2008

A joy to re-read this chapbook that I carried with me many

tmes while sitting in waiting rooms for for appts. Because her

poems are short, I doodled and created my own sketches

around her words.

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Sealey Chapbk Challenge-10

Listen Up! Warren Artists Market

This is our first publication, 2013, a chapbook for the Senior Center Poets group.

We have published 7 anthologies since and have our 8th in the making.

One poem featured in this chapbook:

My African Prince, 1972 –by Carlo

Remember,,

when we first met,

on that hot day at the beach?

Boy

were you all wet!

Me, 

lying there

 in the sun,

playing it cool.

You,

tall,

bronze

beautiful,

emerging

from the sea.

Our eyes met.

I held my breath,

I must be dreaming.

This cannot be happening.

My heart is being captured

by this creature from the sea.

(LaVerne Gardner)

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Sealey Chapbook Challenge-day 9

Heartspeak-Ellie’s Group

Art Cover by Lillie Leonardi

The Empty Cathedral-

Joyce Lindenmuth

I look at the cathedral

                It’s empty

Once built on the backs of dreamers

Who thought they could capture

                The beauty of God within a building.

Instead, they built

                A monument to themselves

Their cleverness and facility,

                Expecting God to notice.

The empty cathedral

                Reminds me of my hopes

Of finding God

                Inside a building

Instead, I found not peace but dissent,

                Disappointment and despair.

I found God outside the cathedral

                Within the souls of people I love

Among the trees and birds

                And animals and clouds

That surround me.

I look at the cathedral

                It’s empty. Alone.

Unlike me. 

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TTOT

Ten Things of Thankfulness

  1. The flight of steps in the town park so I cannot forget the ability to walk upstairs.
  2. For small gifts of a long time ago that keeps loved ones close while they are gone from me..
  3. The Sealey Chapbook Challenge of reading a chapbook a day for August. It has brought me back to re-reading good poems that have slept quietly on my bookshelf.
  4. For Zoom which is easy to use and allows me to see others in our meetings.
  5. For the caution many businesses are taking to help keep us safe as we shop and conduct business.
  6. For my lawn gentleman who does a fabulous job and allows me to take off a time or two of cutting my grass.
  7. Those who forgive me for being a day late in my Friday TTOT.
  8. For those who share recipes to try that are new to me.
  9. For the opinions of others to keep me from knowing all the answers.
  10. For others who continue to go forward, not allowing this pandemic to defeat them.

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Sealey Chapbk Challenge-8

Indigo Tapestry-
Erika E. B. DeRuth

I met Erika DeRuth at IWWG annual writing conference

and bought this chapbook from her in 2000.

A few poem titles with in:

cha cha pinsprites

questions fly

spraypaint on art’

silence

ballet in cowboy boots

apples and underwear

who am i

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Chapbook Challenge – day 7

This is a Rattle Chapbook Prize Winner

That I enjoyed reading more than any other from Rattle.

Falling Off the Empire State Building –Jimmy Pappas

He begins the Title Poem with:

I shared a story with my students

about how construction workers

would fall off the Empire State Building

while another line of workers desperate

for jobs , waited to take their place.

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Chapbook Challenge-day 6

Be’tween You and Me- arlene s bice 2013

I share with you an early attempt at self-publishing and

a sevenling poem; it is split into three stanzas

first is 3 elements connected, 3 lines

second is the same yet opposite

third is a one line zinger which reminds me of NJ irony.

He Loved-arlene s bice

he loved horse races

dog track

casino

he hated reading

theatre

libraries

he married a writer.

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SSS-random

Rolling down the interstate on a morning after a heavy rain making the world look like it was scrubbed clean by Mom last night, I stay relaxed but constantly aware of traffic around me, especially the big guys, meaning the tractor trailers that dwarf my little, red Mazda II that I love so much.

They generally tend to be good drivers but still they have to see (meaning me) in order to be road savvy where I’m concerned as I never forgot the time a trucker kept pulling left into my lane as I blew the horn, pffft, his music must have been playing loud and I finally just braked my car rather than run into the center island because I knew he just didn’t see me..

We were slowing down, fortunately, for some kind of trouble ahead or for certain I would have been in trouble, too.

At the time I was clearly alert and on my toes as far as interstate driving goes not allowing random thoughts to run through my mind as I was doing today.

Driving is good for letting ideas spark, ferment and form solid ideas for what I am going to work on in my writing when I arrive home and also for working out knots in a piece of work I have already started,  maybe thought was finished until that lightbulb went bing!

That bing let me know it wasn’t as finished as I thought.

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Chapbook Challenge-day 5

Crossings –Jude Dippold

Jude writes of losses, letting go, death, dying, mourning, mostly remembering; bringing remembering to me, though my memories are always there in my shadow even when I have no shadow.  I feel the depth in his writing as it encourages me to take time to write a poem for each of my own many losses.

Clearly I see the portrait of his sister he writes about, my dear friend Anne, younger then, with the simple beauty of daisies and the sun lighting her hair. She adored her brother.

Fortunately, each of my lost loves i.e. ancestors, parents, siblings, sons, and friends, has come to me at least once, a few have come often but each time has been comforting. Life after life and all after love.  This is a special chapbook that has important insights to give you, written in many different ways.

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