Poem: A Spell May Fail, But A Prayer May Find Its Desire In Being Said At All  

I wrote this poem last night, Tuesday and finished it this morning. I hadn’t picked a traditional form to try to write in, but some end line repetitions and couplets with some internal rhyme reminded me of a ghazal poem. A Spell May Fail, But A Prayer May Find Its Desire In Being Said At…… Continue reading Poem: A Spell May Fail, But A Prayer May Find Its Desire In Being Said At All  

The Queen’s Full Moon…From a Fairy of the East Coast to Bring Some Fun When a Storm’s A’Coming

Morning note included Science Experiment Conclusion: My hypothesis was wrong; it actually is harder to hold a strength pose while someone’s yelling obscene insults, even if it’s just Nicki Minaj artistically in a song. (Glad for the wall 😊)But I can still practice seated poses and relaxation in the meanwhile, ‘tho other songs of hers…… Continue reading The Queen’s Full Moon…From a Fairy of the East Coast to Bring Some Fun When a Storm’s A’Coming

Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose

These are photos of her from these recent months. You might have met my mom first in my poetry—No, she wasn’t the mom in ‘A Daughter Says’ in Moonflower (2018), that poem’s situation was fictional, but she was very featured in ‘Renaissance’, the opening poem in my latest poetry book, published this Mar. 2021 A…… Continue reading Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose

Please Don’t Eat A Moonflower, Or Be Saddened By Burned Up Honey

(Japanese Artwork)You might hear someone wonder aloud about how to understand poetry or its purpose; maybe you have, too. I believe that poetry can be appreciated naturally but is not really experienced only literally. Sometime after I thought of the title of this blog, Blush of Dawn and created it, I learned that pink skies in the…… Continue reading Please Don’t Eat A Moonflower, Or Be Saddened By Burned Up Honey

Symbolism in Easter Egg Painting, Memorial Dish, and Yoga at the Table

My sister, Jenna made this beautiful antipasto the way my Grandma had made it each year, in honor of her. Stuffed artichokes made by my Mom. (My husband Dan got cut off here, but half his face is nice too.) My mom is in the center, I’m to the right of her, and my brother…… Continue reading Symbolism in Easter Egg Painting, Memorial Dish, and Yoga at the Table

I Missed Spring Officially, But It Wasn’t Too Late

 I want to send a warm thank you to everyone who has gotten my poetry book! And I am happy to send out words into the world.I also would like to invite you to Poetry Appreciators on Facebook, a group for anyone who loves words that contain the best of poetry, whether they’re classified as poetry or fiction or memoir, purely…… Continue reading I Missed Spring Officially, But It Wasn’t Too Late

It Is Coming Around The Bend, My Book of Poems

This book of poems I’ve been writing since last March is coming just as the sky lightens earlier now and stays lighter longer. I spent the day recording poems for the audio version. It will be available as paperback, audio, and ebook, whatever you like. I will be sharing in coming posts about the book…… Continue reading It Is Coming Around The Bend, My Book of Poems

P.S.

The poetry book I’ve been working on each day now is really getting there. Upload then, upload now, upload again, a different maintenance man looking at the same new dryer leaves, upload again, upload again, and yes, I see that, you last italic. * when a book falls it falls open. i want what i…… Continue reading P.S.

Afternoon Words Come Like Ones Lost Then Found

This is post #2 for today. The first one was “Beginnings With Long Ago Cereal and Yoga.”I planned to read a lot of poetry. But then the snow began to fall and changed my desire. I made tea. I brought the letter I received yesterday from my friend Kira to the table— it is nice…… Continue reading Afternoon Words Come Like Ones Lost Then Found

Alone Looking Somewhere, With White Grapes

 As the sun roseMy heart beating fast before bed, mysteries left and intentions set, I woke placed in a spot where I will look to where I am going.This morning I listened, I sang (always fun with an English accent), I continue to listen, will fold towels after I press publish on this.Don’t need to…… Continue reading Alone Looking Somewhere, With White Grapes

Building A Bridge

I discovered traditional Celtic music about 15 years ago when I was 19, had first found Kate Rusby, a British singer, and then some Irish ones. I liked Kate’s songs also because her vocal range is not too high or low for me to sing too, and the traditional songs often tell a story with imagery…… Continue reading Building A Bridge