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Day three of poem challenge - April Fool's flower

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I have always been a believer in the sacred being found in everyday items especially those that are all around us in nature. I just finished reading a lovely short story by Louise Erdrich about the mystical connection between objects https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/09/09/the-stone     I have a connection between the flowers I plant in my garden. My third poem in the three day challenge is brand spanking new. It comes as a response to the miracle of bulbs blooming on April Fool's Day, and the special place this kind of flower has for so many. April 1, 2020 the year of COVID-19 April Fool's Flower You, narcissistic sun worshiper, slip off your paper thin sheath and bare your radiance to the world. Tucked all winter into cold corners on the north side of my house, you patiently waited to be sprung in spring. Having lain in wait under winter white, green spindles sprout and expectant buds burgeon. Then, casting off your fr

Languishing over no lap swimming - Poetry Share Day 2

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This is my second share of poetry in a three day challenge.  Tomorrow will be my third day and I also the start of a Poem a Day for April.  I am going to try to write a poem a day for the month of April. I will not share each day gentle reader, because I am still kind of shy(read uncertain) about my poetic skills.  Anyway - today being grey and dreary, and the indoor pools being closed thanks to COVID-19 I am longing for the days of swimming in the open air.  One of my favorite places to swim is Fairview Pool in Normal.  Normal Parks and Rec has an early morning lap swim for adults that starts at 6:30 in the morning.  It is a lovely time to swim and enjoy the quiet of the park.  Here is my paean to the lap swim at Fairview.  A Fairview Dawn My right hand reaches above my head, breaks the silken surface, and cups then pulls the coolness along my chest. Then my left hand reaches out and shifts the axis, somewhat sinisterly, letting my head turn and take in a breath,

Rain - A poem - a challenge

I have been participating in an poetry writing/reading group at the Normal Public Library, that is being led by an amazing poet and friend Kathleen Kirk.  She has invited me to share three days of poetry that I have written.  I haven't published these before, but I have shared this one at the Poetry Is Normal Readings.  It was written about how white noise, like rain, can have a calming effect on sleep. I'd love any responses you have.  If you'd like to join the challenge, all you have to do is post three.  Kathleen reminded me that in April (Poetry Month) there is a poem a day challenge.  I am trying to ramp up my writing to focus and write a poem a day in April as well.   I am really missing the time spent with other poets at the Poetry is Normal events.  Maybe we can zoom those at some point.  Here's today's shared poem.  I hope you enjoy it! Rain Unable to sleep, I start the white noise machine’s purr. A susurration of sound to rein in my wild min

Spring Pandemic Snow

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Spring Pandemic Snow David Hirst At first, fat flakes fall on limbs where tiny twigs, like fragile fingers, meet to form fulcrums. These gentle hollows cradle the cold captives, feathering minute nests, forming downy pillows. Then, as cadential snow falls, the pillows puff up casting lines down the broadening boughs.                                                                                                                                                                         We, frail fellowship                                                                                     of humanity, huddled now                                                                                     in small clusters cloistered,                                                                                     shelter in the arms of  love.                                                                                      Spinning out onto the web,                  

On being grateful to share good books with friends.

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Before the COVID19 pandemic came to roost here in Central Illinois I ran into some friends, Joe Strano and Janine Toth at Lucca Pizza.  In classic telegraphic fashion we exchanged pleasantries and titles of books that we are reading.  I was given two suggestions from them that day both are so timely: A Constellation of Vital Phenomena  by Anthony Marra and the above photo The Weight of Ink  by Rachel Kadish. A Constellation of Vital Phenomena   is a heart wrenching book about the war in Chechnya.  In addition to providing a narrative about the ravages, both physical and emotional of war it is also about true love, friendship, endurance, betrayals and resilience.  Most timely in my mind is the portions that relate the efforts of Sonja a doctor who is struggling to keep a regional hospital working during the worst of the war.  These images have stayed with me as I am awed by the strength and courage of those I know in the front lines of the health.  Since I "used to " volun

Planned obsolescence / Corona Virus and the 62 year old white male

The Poetic Inspiration: My dilemma in all of this pandemic situation.  I am 62 years old, I suffer from an autoimmune disease.  This virus has caused me to look mortality in the eye and to choose to social distance in order to protect myself and others from the virus.  I am also the product of white privilege, something that I have endeavored to remedy by dedicated my life to teaching, social activism and sharing the joy of music.  Lately, I have been feeling rather marginalized by society.  First,  because I know too many people who look at my actions as Quixotic, fighting windmills instead of monsters. Many who have retired comfortably are willing to travel the globe seeking what they feel is merited respite. This is fine by me, but don't look down on me for engaging and giving back to the community that fostered my family.    Second, because I sense that the younger generation looks at my generation (the tail end of the boomers) as being louche, super consumers, passé and

Paella Preparation

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Chop onion into course pieces 2. Chop tomatoes into course pieces 3. Heat oil in skillet When oil is warm, add onion and sauté for 5 minutes Add tomatoes to onions sauté for an additional 5 minutes In separate pot, cook the clams in cold water until they open When clams open, remove and set aside Next, add remaining olive oil to pan along with diced green peppers Add squid and rice to mixture and stir Pour the rice into the pan along with salt and fish broth and stir Mince garlic and saffron, mix with hot water, then pour over rice Add shrimp to the pan along with clams and red peppers Let paella simmer for 20 minutes