Tag: prose poetry

Morningtime, Considering Love Made Seen

at sunrise …Let them enjoy my smile, warm with the warmth you’d set within my heart…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. —Jade Nicole * May Ziadeh had written… …O my…… Continue reading Morningtime, Considering Love Made Seen

A Day of Art Pleasantries

Dec. 16, ’21 pm I worked on the painting I had begun a sketch for at the library. The main subject I was very excited about I somehow didn’t get in that actual composition with little room left on the canvas and the finished painting when dry was a very disappointing sight. I was not…… Continue reading A Day of Art Pleasantries

A Note for Any Time

This post was originally supposed to be an apology to the world living or dead…it still appears for me and should be that. Please forgive me. I look now toward lighter, tangible things… the whirring fan, the softness of clothing, flowers dressed as themselves with elegance upon a plate on the bookshelf, so many beautiful…… Continue reading A Note for Any Time

All These Dream Flowers Displayed on Their Porcelain Plate

It is the day, Dec. 1st, in my calendar; it’s been a month of a book I’ve had holding these newest dream flowers and remaining closed ’til 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

My Sorrow

photo sun. nov. 28, am more words from nov. 25th… Keep singing, Cara, start up a little warmth in me; it’s warm how I’d like it in the room already. I wait to drink my golden flowers, as the sunrise lights up my tears— I keep them out of my cup; I wish it would…… Continue reading My Sorrow

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

Reading on My Kindle Beneath Age Old Pines in the Late Afternoon Sun Near Home

I read on my Kindle amidst little scampering sounds…first, of a deer running away into the forest beyond the fence when I arrived on the other side of it; I said quietly, “Would you like to hear a poem?” (waiting)…”I have no weapons.” …And in that forest, too, beyond the fence, as I began to…… Continue reading Reading on My Kindle Beneath Age Old Pines in the Late Afternoon Sun Near Home

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

A Flower I Would Have Dreamed

I didn’t even have to steal this flower; I found it fallen upon my path yesterday morning after I’d written my first post of the new series. I noticed its color when I saw it so lively upon the asphalt concrete: warm rose blended with violet and amethyst, my most desired color pink for a…… Continue reading A Flower I Would Have Dreamed

A Little Joy To Share and What’s Made Me Smile

The blush of dawn has been put back into the blog as you’d maybe seen. And the moon had been in many posts and is in the dawn now too as you can see, also yesterday, other side of sky. * I found that my cat Peeko’s dry food wasn’t right that I’d been getting…… Continue reading A Little Joy To Share and What’s Made Me Smile

With “A Place to Meet Sea and Foam”

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…… Continue reading With “A Place to Meet Sea and Foam”

If Love Is A Place

When someone allows you to see yourself and your world in a way that you could not see alone, it cannot be forgotten. It’s all about finding that light, and because of it, you discover both the strength and weakness within you. The light touches and warms your words.  It sings you to sleep.  It…… Continue reading If Love Is A Place