Last night was a struggle; I said good night to Jesus, told May Iād like to sing for her as soon as I am ableā¦This morning, the sky. My gaze was looking downward awhile, drinking a cup of tea, then singing, suddenly looked up: I sent the sky so many kisses; I didnāt count themā¦šššš…… Continue reading May Days š
Tag: poetry books
It Could Be Gold or Silver or Greenā¦Or Blush or Frostā¦
new kitchen towels šāŗļø The Year Begins with a Scare Excited to suddenly find recordings on YouTube of Edna St. Vincent Millay reading her poetry aloud herself, I decided to play the one on the blog for my cat Peeko one night since she’s been his favorite poet out of ones heās heard, and like…… Continue reading It Could Be Gold or Silver or Greenā¦Or Blush or Frostā¦
Morningtime, Considering Love Made Seen
at sunrise ā¦Let them enjoy my smile, warm with the warmth youād set within my heartā¦My willful efforts, my winding uncertainties, and my own voice are really indulging in this silence now: this silence filled with more understanding than space, but the best of them both. āJade Nicole * May Ziadeh had written… ā¦O my…… Continue reading Morningtime, Considering Love Made Seen
I Adoreā¦
https://youtu.be/YBLsMqUUEyY?autoplay=0&rel=0 Me reading poetry from the book, Hidden Music by Rumi, my own words about the book to follow in this post Jasmine and Jewels ~ recent painting of mine (2021) Dahlia, ‘Fascination’ my favorite flower whose name I just learned. An app identified it and that was first my guessšStudent of Nature I amā¦šæ…… Continue reading I Adoreā¦
Midnight Christmas Eve, A True Tale of Poetry
light from one candle lights another, how Love makes you happier, has you love moreā¦~Jade āYes, I am a lady of incendiary destiny,ā writes May Ziadeh in her own words in a letter of her lifetime.One day I said quietly in reply in my living room, āI like you fiery, May; I like you as…… Continue reading Midnight Christmas Eve, A True Tale of Poetry
Three Rumis in a Row
When I go to a bookstore, like Barnes and Noble, or the library, I may check on some of my favorite poets: I found two books by the Persian author Rumi, b. Sept. 30, 1207, d. Dec. 17, 1273, who I have come to find nurturing and protective feelings towards as a (younger) brother of…… Continue reading Three Rumis in a Row
All These Dream Flowers Displayed on Their Porcelain Plate
It is the day, Dec. 1st, in my calendar; itās been a month of a book Iāve had holding these newest dream flowers and remaining closed ātil this morning, these flowers found and preserved for author May Ziadeh, with affection, after the title of her first poetry book in French, a new delight of mine…… Continue reading All These Dream Flowers Displayed on Their Porcelain Plate
All Day Library Day
After lunch, I packed a bag, my purse, and canteen, and camped out at the library all day (it was a great time!) while construction was being done admirably at the apartment. ššPeekoās been having the best time himself at home as he enjoys hands on projects and broadening his skillset. š± I checked on…… Continue reading All Day Library Day
An Indelible Online Poetry Reading: Connection & Disconnection in The Ikea Age
so much blush these evenings & more this morning with the moon too šš I attended Indelible Evenings as a guest on Wed. 11/17/21, an online reading hosted in Dubai that goes along with Indelible magazine in which two of my poems from my third book in progress will be published. Roula Maria-Dib is the…… Continue reading An Indelible Online Poetry Reading: Connection & Disconnection in The Ikea Age
Home Nowā¦My Recent True Tales with Art: Evening News :)
I came back home late afternoon yesterday (Mon.) Peeko this morning, after requesting his read earlier than usual, heard a favorite poem he likes to replay, āThe Bean-Stalkā by Edna St. Vincent Millay. He sat like a hen as he listened to it, this photo above snapped just as he reclined relaxed afterwards, and I…… Continue reading Home Nowā¦My Recent True Tales with Art: Evening News š
A Rightfully Ednaās Moon Celebration
This blog, Blush of Dawnās āoriginal re-start up poet,ā Edna St. Vincent Millay, Maine, New England-born author, b. Feb. 22, 1892 celebrates a Pisces moon today! (And I, too share this remembered moon.) š Just in time as the moon will soon move to Aries, I will share a favorite poem of hers from ones…… Continue reading A Rightfully Ednaās Moon Celebration
My Fun Critique of a Novel by Ameen Rihani, First One in English by An Arab-American Author
I often almost forget the Pisces moon in my sign, but last night I glimpsed its sweet glimmering through the slim hallway window, still tall enough for me to see the moon aglow up high and the rain shimmering around it, before bed. *~ (This is my introduction that connects the book to my own…… Continue reading My Fun Critique of a Novel by Ameen Rihani, First One in English by An Arab-American Author
Halloween on The āBlush of Dawnā Boat
https://videopress.com/v/fTQg3F00?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata The secret to the kicks? The picture on the package of the wig was just perfect, with purple but also some bright blush, fitting the costume idea, and when I opened it up and put it onāThere was no blush! * Earlier today: The Latest Draft of My Sonnet Is Being Guarded with Seriousness
A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later
Featured again today on the blog with affectionššā¦ for May Sunday, Oct. 17, 2021 after her first poetry book, Dream Flowers May Ziadeh writes: āI hope that after my death someone will do justice to me and extract from my small writings the truthfulness and sincerity it contains!!ā b. Feb. 11, 1886 – d. Oct.…… Continue reading A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later
Two Dreams I Fell Into, and Then Out, and Another
October 15, ā21 ā¦And apparently this post appeared in the night and then had fallen right off the blog by the morningā¦ ā¦ Tuesday afternoon. Memorable it was to breathe into the sweet center of that flower on my way to continue the rest of my walk todayā¦ Maybe I will learn what kind of…… Continue reading Two Dreams I Fell Into, and Then Out, and Another
Looking into the Forest with a Teacup and Saucer, and Reading Lord Byron Beneath a Shady Pine Tree
still taking accidental photosāŗļøš I like to read one book at a time if it’s the type of book that feels best that way, and so I set aside the novel I’d paired with my previous great poetry read, to begin the two books again, separately, afterwards. I am reading Selected Poems by Lord Byron…… Continue reading Looking into the Forest with a Teacup and Saucer, and Reading Lord Byron Beneath a Shady Pine Tree
(Audio) My Prose Poetry Dedication for May Ziadeh Read Aloud Today Along with Two Poems by May Translated by Me
Tuesday, Oct 12, 2021 for May Ziadeh b. Feb 11, 1886 d. October, 17, 1941 I wrote this poetic letter in appreciation of the poet May Ziadeh who was greatly revered for her poems, prose, essays, translations, and speeches in Lebanon and Egypt during her life, b. Feb 11, 1886. She ran her famous literary…… Continue reading (Audio) My Prose Poetry Dedication for May Ziadeh Read Aloud Today Along with Two Poems by May Translated by Me
What The Critics Said and What That Might Mean To You: Rumi
Ah, refreshment, and fixings. šAnd then comes a pause for reflectionā¦ Itās a Libra moon currently šand so I will start with the section I wrote about Rumi, and who was also chronologically the first poet discovered by me of these. From medieval Persia born in the 13th century, September 30, 1207, and best-selling poet…… Continue reading What The Critics Said and What That Might Mean To You: Rumi
Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose
These are photos of her from these recent months. You might have met my mom first in my poetryāNo, she wasnāt the mom in āA Daughter Saysā in Moonflower (2018), that poemās situation was fictional, but she was very featured in āRenaissanceā, the opening poem in my latest poetry book, published this Mar. 2021 A…… Continue reading Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose
A Sweet, Refreshing Beginningā¦
The literary salon begins with some blushā¦ Yesterday afternoon, āRumiā black tea in a glass with a splash of almond milk. Autumn begins tomorrowā¦šš I send you my morning wishes and return to the salon with a cup of green tea and glimpsing the sky between sips as its colors lighten and mergeā¦ * Today…… Continue reading A Sweet, Refreshing Beginningā¦
Blush of Dawn 