Crissa and Angela

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Martha emailed me these haiku to me yesterday about two of my favorite well loved nieces. Thanks, little sis.

Crissa

First-born child of mine
with strong will and ambition
young whirlwind, grown star
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Angela
Sweet, sensitive babe
takes everything to her heart
my sunshine, my star

What If

I’ve been willing to try a quatrain poem. Here it is, four stanzas with alternating rhyme, 1,2,1,2 and 1,1,2,2.

 

What If

What if we never met

Who would we be

I’d have nothing to forget

Would I be pain-free

 

Free to realize my real worth

To know I’m unique in all the earth

What if I had known how

To hear God as I do now

 

He would show me the plan

What if it was as it happened

I was a stubborn child

Just a shade of running wild

 

The three  options

Yes, No, Wait

I was afraid not to take action

Instead I trusted fate

 

 

 

 

 

Star Light and Night Sky

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #82 Star&Child

by Meredith

Star Light

star

Hush children, don’t cry
Behold, clear sky and star bright
Make a wish tonight

Night Sky

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Vincent paint your view
Starry light bursting in sight
Child behold genius

P.S. Perhaps Martha will write later for me to post. If not, she’ll be back next week.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Go Down Moses

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William Faulkner entitled his book Go Down Moses for the Black Spiritual song.

Louis Armstrong the grandson of slaves, was born in the poor neighborhood of “the Battlefield” part of Storyville. Shortly after he was born in New Orleans his father left the family, and sometime afterward his mother left him in care of his younger sister and his grandmother.

His musical talent gave him a way to get money by playing and singing on the streets with three other boys. Louis found work with a kindly Jewish family in a junk hauling business. The Karnofskys knew Louis was fatherless and took him in. In the bosom of a loving family Louis blossomed. He wrote a memoir of his relationship with them entitled Louis Armstrong + the Jewish Family in New Orleans, La., the Year of 1907. He learned the family suffered discrimination as he did. In the book he wrote: “other white folks” nationalities who felt that they were better than the Jewish race… “I was only seven years old but I could easily see the ungodly treatment that the White Folks were handing the poor Jewish family whom he worked.” wikipedia

Louis wore a Star of David pendant all of his life in memory of what the family taught him about real life and determination. The Karnofsky Project is a non-profit organization dedicated to accepting musical instruments for the boys and girls in New Orleans who are eager to play, and wouldn’t be able to participate in a wonderful learning experience.

 

 

 

William H. Gass

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Colleen and Ronovan invite us to share our favorite quotes each Friday and to write about how it inspires us.

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William E. Gass

Publisher Weekly asked William H. Gass for five writing tips. One of the tips included, “Be happy because no one is seeing what you do, no one is listening to you, no one really cares what may be achieved, but sometimes accidents happen and beauty is born.”

The 91-year-old is a philosopher, critic and a novelist. It’s said some of  his writing is difficult to read.  We can forgive him that because his novellas are created with startling beauty.”

I haven’t read any of Gass’ philosophy books, nor do I plan to. I can’t post a video of his readings and discussions on You Tube because I don’t understand what he’s trying to say. The presentation would only appeal to other philosophers. Im interested in his novellas.

I enjoy his quotes, especially the one I used, and especially “change the world into words.” Are we writing about things that can change our world? Does what we write have a purpose or a driving theme that will cause our reader’s to understand how to make their world better?

 

 

 

Peace, Opera

ronovanRonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #81 Trill&Final

Martha is in Florida playing golf with her group, Chicks with Sticks. She missed the snow event in Clarksville.

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From Florida by text from Martha, one haiku this week.

palm fronds
Peace

Listen. Songbirds trill
Water laps, palm fronds rustle.
Finally, sweet peace.
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I’m adjusting to the sleep machine. I’m still in a brain fog because of insomnia. I read in the literature it will take three months to feel a difference.  Perseverance is the key.

la boheme

Opera  
Beautiful trilling
It’s incontrovertible
Je ne comprends pas

sopranoAnna Yuryevna Netrebko is a Russian operatic soprano. She now holds dual Russian and Austrian citizenship and currently resides in Vienna, Austria and in New York City. Wikipedia

Is Time On My Side?

I don’t want to miss a thing. Do I want quantity or quality? Why can’t I have both. If I rush, will I miss you? Or will you join me in tying to beat time? Your reply, let’s steady our pace, hold hands and walk together.

time

Always in a rush
Careful now, you’ll miss something
There’s not much time left

Slow down a moment
Think before you try to cheat
Time is on your side