April 8 – #Verselove – Something You Should Know

Something You Should Know with Emily, April 8, 2024

Something You Should Know

is that as a junior in high school,
I worked in the school’s
Work Experience and CETA offices.
First, I was there as part of a class,
but Mr. Jasim and Mr. Moser recognized
my accurate typing skills, my sense of purpose,
and that I could file the paperwork.
When Mr. Moser realized my widowed mom’s
source of income was Social Security benefits,
he said I would be eligible for the federally-funded
CETA program, but I didn’t want to be. I
didn’t like people thinking

I was low income, I always wanted to make excuses–
how I was different than other poor kids.
But I did apply, and in my senior year I made $2.10 an hour
for two hours a day.
That led to a summer internship at a local hospital,
with other CETA kids,
which later evolved into a
union job, with wages higher
than today’s national minimum,
I went through tuition-free public university,
making a livable wage and having full health benefits,
even though I worked only 16 hours a week.
This helped “me put myself through college,”
which I have been known to insinuate.

Perhaps it was not until later–
after tuition was reinstated,
and the unions were broken–that
I realized the great privilege
of coming of age in the 1970’s.
I learned that there is really
no such thing
as boot-strapping.
The government can do good things
The government should do good things
to raise the lives of its citizens.

April 7 – #Verselove Death in a Poem

Death in a Poem with Denise Krebs, April 7, 2024

Today’s Poetry Friday roundup and progress on the Progressive Poem and a Fibonacci poem can be found at Margaret Simon’s Reflections on the Teche blog.

 

“Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.”

― Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories

Today is Good Friday and Poetry Friday. Over at #Verselove today, I have shared a prompt about writing a poem that includes some aspect of death.

I wanted to share with you all the two powerful mentor poems I used:

Mary Oliver ties her “When Death Comes” poem to living life fully.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

Read Oliver’s full poem here.

Nikki Giovanni, in her poem “Rosa Parks,” ties the horrific death of Emmett Till with the Pullman Porters who helped him on his way to Mississippi and how, later that same year, Rosa Parks “sat back down.” Please take time to read this powerful poem. It begins:

This is for the Pullman Porters who organized when people said they couldn’t. And carried the Pittsburgh Courier and the Chicago Defender to the Black Americans in the South so they would know they were not alone.

Read the rest of Giovanni’s poem here.

April 6 – #Verselove Sijo

Sijo with Barb Elder, April 2024

 

A grotesque menagerie

guards Notre Dame from vile villains.

Once almost decayed and lost,

Hugo’s novel renewed this church.

Now I gargoyle in the desert,

defended and protected.

The Organ

Who can play? Perplexing task,

bellows, wind chest, pipes pitched by length

old-fashioned, complicated;

with age we grasp, mastery reached.

Come to my organ recital:

Now, about my gall bladder.

April 5 #Verselove Poetic Drive-bys

Poetic Drive-bys with Bryan Ripley Crandall, April 5, 2024

 

A couple of weeks ago I took myself on a listening date and wrote a street poem with all the found things I listened to.  I decided to return to this striking woman I listened to in the thrift store that day.

Hippified you are into your seventies,
taller than most, wiry and wizened,
gray hair half loosely pinned up,
half fallen around your shoulders,
your trusty fuzz-nugget beside you.
You were thrift shopping with the rest of us,
but you stood out a head above others–
both figuratively and literally–
living out loud with passion, pleasure, purpose.
You sincered us with your kindness and joy,
and we were captivated, even entertained–

Just a bit of what you said that day:
Yeah, they’re kind of hard to find.
They go fast.
Where are my gla…
Ok, I do have my glasses.
Yo, dog, let’s go.
I have something for you
{Thank you.}
You’re welcome, you’re so welcome.
It came from my heart.
I don’t know if you like it,
but I like it.
Is that in your way?

Your rarity is a treasure,
not at all in my way.

April 3 – #Verselove Word

What a Wonderful World of Words with Stacey Joy, April 3, 2024

Today I found a new word–apricity–in this rabbit hole of unique and beautiful words, as Stacey described it. When I saw that apricity means “the warm rays of sun in the winter” it brought me back to a homesick day during my first winter in frosty Iowa. I sat in the dining room in a beautiful ray of sunshine and may have felt warm for the first time in months. It was that moment I tried to capture.

Sprung into my soul, this apricity

Reminded me of hope in the cold

Brilliant snow reflected felicity

Sprung into my soul, this apricity

Here, frigid and warm duplicity

Image for lavish life takes hold

Sprung into my soul, this apricity

Reminded me of hope in the cold

 

April 2 – #Verselove Coffee Poem

Weekend Coffee Share Poem with Kim Johnson, April 2, 2024

If we were having coffee, I’d have tea, a nice London Fog latte with oat milk or a sweet and spicy masala chai. (But, I understand that most people prefer coffee, so I still say, “Let’s go out for coffee,” like I call tissue Kleenex.)

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you about February 26, 2020, when the government shut down schools because a bus driver in Bahrain had Covid-19 and dropped off children at three different schools the day before.

I’d tell you that I started writing in March with the Slice of Life story challenge, and then on into April with this group of poets. I’d tell you that poetry and this community filled my sails during those following months of isolation, fear of the unknown, and virtual teaching. And then I’d smile and remember that this community has been filling my sails ever since.

I’d ask you about your story of writing. What sustains and keeps you on this journey? Then we would laugh and read poems to each, our favorites that we have written and our favorites that others have written deep within us.

I’d also have to tell you that I normally drink tea in my jammies, and the photo my husband snapped is me ready to go out the door on an out-of-town adventure.

April 1 – #Verselove Haibun

Haibun with Glenda Funk, April 1, 2024

Today the prompt encouraged us to consider rest and resistance. Glenda was inspired by the book Rest is Resistance: A Manifesto by Tricia Hersey. I had this community help me today with a found prose section. The overwhelming pace of teaching that I wanted to describe is getting away from me as a retired person. As a teacher I never seemed able to rest, even on breaks my to-do lists never stopped. Now that I’m retired, I feel that I have again begun to live, but now with so much time, I can’t help but wish I would have done better before I retired.

——————–

Rushing, dizzying tasks await. High performances exhaust heart and mind. Buzz-humming frenetic pace. Exhaustion. Stress. This tempest. I lie awake in my bed. How do you turn your mind off?
Retirement senses
renewed, peace, sleep. Maybe…
more than I wanted?

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Found attributions, by phrase:

Jennifer K.
Jennifer
Heather
Joanne
Jennifer
Shaun
Shaun
Maureen
Wendy
James E. Coats