Updated to include end of post section, “Who’s May Ziadeh? ”* It’s here! https://youtu.be/Cr-CsXJWum0 Link: https://youtu.be/Cr-CsXJWum0 🎥🎤📜 I am on just around the 28:50 mark.😊After my line in the poem, ”Do you hear me?” I hear a reply. 😀😅💕 Afterwards, you may also see me give a pretty long answer to a surprise question that…… Continue reading Indelible Magazine Poetry Launch—Reading My Poem, ‘Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance’
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A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later
Featured again today on the blog with affection💕🙏… for May Sunday, Oct. 17, 2021 after her first poetry book, Dream Flowers May Ziadeh writes: “I hope that after my death someone will do justice to me and extract from my small writings the truthfulness and sincerity it contains!!” b. Feb. 11, 1886 – d. Oct.…… Continue reading A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later
(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
Autumn Returns by Pablo Neruda, Night Poetry Reading by Me in Spanish and English
A flight of geese I saw early one morning just before Fall The Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda was one of the first I’d read on my own outside of school assignments… reading his poems still awe me, even ones I’d read many more times than other ones. It was interesting how I’d picked up the…… Continue reading Autumn Returns by Pablo Neruda, Night Poetry Reading by Me in Spanish and English
Rumi’s Moon
12/8/21 Post featured from the Archive: Rumi continues with more poetry…to linger upon a paper book, this beautifully pure poem photoed with sudden blush…Start the day with this simplicity; pick it like a dream to be within while very much living. Aug. 12, 21 pmI didn’t plan this matching with the altar, my clothing, and…… Continue reading Rumi’s Moon
A Poem by Rumi Read Tonight
I am glad to be quiet now and read aloud a poem written by Rumi, the one I had handwritten with my pen last. Some Kiss We Want by Rumi
A Poem by Rumi I Wrote in My Pen Tonight
I added some stars. Not because I’m overjoyed with my day but because I thought you should have them. —Jade Some Kiss We Want by Rumi There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Sea water begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily,…… Continue reading A Poem by Rumi I Wrote in My Pen Tonight
The Heart of Rumi
It was on my mind to read another poem by Rumi. I do have a confession, while I was recording it, I was afraid that it actually wasn’t truly a poem Rumi wrote, but I continued reading it anyway. While some authors have informed readers that some poems may be attributed to Rumi and not…… Continue reading The Heart of Rumi
I Heard It
I felt as if Edna might be saying, ‘All this talk of May Ziadeh, and what about me?’ And I forgot about my morning petition until I heard the rain fall and it was answered. I felt these were some good flowing moments to read a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay (an audio only…… Continue reading I Heard It
A Poem For Night
* ‘Is that a pillow you are giving me?’ ‘Yes, to rest your pretty head, and a poem to go with it that is yours now, too— an apple for me? please.’ * Song Of Fairies Robbing An Orchard by Leigh Hunt (a poem)
Violets, Finally & Chickens Like Poems Too
Found the wild violets waking up I also found a book called False Mermaid in the free library cabinet and the chickens looked like they could do with a late afternoon reading from it. Chickens Like Poems Too
In A Dream
I memorized and recited my first poem today! I just found this poem by Anna Akhmatova and thought immediately, ‘How beautiful in such few words. I should memorize it.’ She was born in 1889, seems to be my time period.*In A Dream by Anna Ahkmatova Recited
Ghazal Poetry: A Form That Lingers
It is National Poetry Month and so this may be a time to read poems that appeal to you.You might have read about the form of poetry called the ghazal on this blog, specifically by the poet Mir. One technique that ghazals commonly share is the repetition of a word or image. These repetitions make…… Continue reading Ghazal Poetry: A Form That Lingers
New Poet: Mimi Khalvati, A Poem Whose Sound Informs Its Meaning
I set the paintbrushes down, letting the new paint on the canvas settle, so thrilling to paint again after eight years of not… and then to let the language of colors and shape make way into the language of poetry. I discovered this new poet and I’ve read a poem I’ve enjoyed of hers aloud.…… Continue reading New Poet: Mimi Khalvati, A Poem Whose Sound Informs Its Meaning
Morning Words by Shams
It seemed Shams had come by again, this time in front of the bookshelf, and also with a few others. I was half in a dream and so had thought I am sleeping now, was past sleep for me even if still early for them, and they left. 😉 And later on this morning I…… Continue reading Morning Words by Shams
Reading Edna and Lines I’ve Remembered
Reading a poem by Edna. I feel like I could’ve been born in the late 1800s and shared poetry in the 1920s with people like her. Keeping that essence alive as I continue writing in 2021, a hundred years later.Reading A Poem By EdnaAn interesting thought I had, which lines of poetry have I remembered?…… Continue reading Reading Edna and Lines I’ve Remembered
Rumi And Shams: Living Room Reading
I planned to read poetry not until tomorrow, but Peeko was hanging out in the living room with me when I got back home and I thought he might like to hear some at this time. Some poems he’d looked annoyed and walked away mid-read or had knocked the book off the counter onto the…… Continue reading Rumi And Shams: Living Room Reading
Of Course, Rumi
I was sitting and thought, Yes, I remember you, Rumi, of course. It has been some time. I will read this poem of yours.Here, listen too if you’d like:Who Is At My Door? By Rumi
Sun, I Had No Say In It
A bright morning here reading the late 1800s born Massachusetts poet, Amy Lowell, sun so bright it lit up my face without my say in the matter. I imagine this was a dimly lit evening dinner party:The Dinner Party by Amy Lowell
An Angel, A Ghost, or Some Poems
It has been said that the poet Rumi had angels visit him and that he saw them. Last night, I turned off my lamp and lied down to sleep, and then a couple of moments later, the lamp was on again and no one else had been in the room or had turned it on.…… Continue reading An Angel, A Ghost, or Some Poems
Blush of Dawn 