Poetry Friday: Expanding my Poetry Essentials

Robyn Hood Black is hosting the Poetry Friday Roundup

at Life at the Deckle Edge.  Be sure to stop by for a taste of poetry

love and check out her interview with Janet Wong and Sylvia Vardell
in honor of their latest publication, The Poetry Friday Anthology for Celebrations.

Several weeks ago Roger, owner of Island Books, asked me to create a list of poetry books for their April newsletter.  I think he wanted poetry picture books, but I ended up creating a list of favorite anthologies.  Anytime I get to blow the poetry horn, I want to include as many poets as possible.  Every home deserves several well loved anthologies.  I visited my own bookshelves and the bookshelves of my favorite libraries to pull favorite titles.  It wasn't long before I stopped by the bookstore with a bin of favorites (winnowed from the two bins in the trunk of my car).  Lori immediately reminded me that I was supposed to submit only FIVE titles.   After much consternation and with Lori's help, I winnowed the list to six titles.  One of the titles is a slim anthology One Big Rain:  Poems for Rainy Days.  Organized by the seasons, it's something you need in your home if you live in the Northwest.  I also included Firefly July, a lovely recent picture book anthology organized by seasons.  Drop by Myra's review at Gathering Books for a peek inside Firefly July.  You can see my original six choices at Ramona Behnke's Poetry Essentials.  

Today's post includes additional essential titles (according to yours truly).  Someday soon I'll merge the two lists and create a document to share.  What anthologies did I leave off the list that are well loved at your house?  

Knock at a Star:  A Child's Introduction to Poetry - by X. J. Kennedy and Dorothy M. Kennedy

Whistle and Shout:  Poems to Memorize - edited by Patrice Vecchione

Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle...And Other Modern Verse - compiled by Stephen Dunning, Edward Lueders, and Hugh Smith

The Tree That Time Built - selected by Mary Ann Hoberman and Linda Winston

Julie Andrews' Treasury For All Seasons:  Poems and Songs to Celebrate the Year- selected by Julie Andrews and Emma Walton Hamilton, paintings by Marjorie Ariceman

A Family of Poems:  My Favorite Poetry for Children - selected by Caroline Kennedy

Forget-Me-Nots:  Poems to Learn by Heart - selected by Mary Ann Hoberman

The Beauty of the Beast:  Poems from the Animal Kingdom - selected by Jack Prelutsky, illustrated by Meilo So

Read Aloud Rhymes for the Very Young - selected by Jack Prelutsky, illustrated by Marc Brown

The Random House Book of Poetry for Children - selected by Jack Prelutsky, illustrated by Arnold Lobel

A Foot in the Mouth:  Poems to Speak, Sing, and Shout - selected by Paul B. Janeczko, illustrated by Chris Raschka

I plan to have future posts for other favorite titles:  picture book anthologies, picture books by individual poets, poetry books for adults, and poetry books for teachers.  And a post with links to favorite blogs of poets!  Hope you're enjoying this month of poetry (even though we share poetry love year round)!  

One of Those Days!

Today I join my fellow bloggers in "serving up a slice" 

to the Tuesday Slice of Life (SOL) community.

Thanks to Stacey, Tara, Betsy, Dana, Beth, and Anna

for hosting this meeting place each Tuesday 

                                                      and nurturing our writing lives.

A Fellow Blogger Helps Me Make Lemonade!

An afternoon of errands went south
when the man at the body shop
informed me that my tabs
had expired . . . three months ago!

We are people who pay our bills
and promptly meet our obligations.
How was it possible that this happened?
And that we hadn't noticed???

Suddenly it was imperative that I
remedy this gargantuan oversight.
I phoned hubby at work who informed me
that it was the year requiring an emissions test.

Easy enough, I knew the location of
an emissions testing center.  Then with hubby's help
on the phone, I located the nearest licensing office,
(haven't done this in person for years).

I wanted to put the tab on my license plate
immediately, but the clerk advised me to wait
until I arrived home out of the pouring rain
and could ensure a dry surface for easy bonding.

On the way home, I studied each car's tab
and didn't see anyone else with a past due date.
But if I got stopped on the way home,
I had the new tab beside me on the seat.

A drive that normally takes 15 minutes
lasted for 55 minutes in creeping, rush hour
traffic.  I arrived home in a beastly mood,
still needing to write my Tuesday SOL.

I recalled a post I recently read,
from a new blogger friend
with these wise words:
Rethink, refocus, restart, shift.

Rethink - Yes, it was a rough afternoon.
Time to look for the blessings in the mess.
Refocus - no lines at emissions testing or
the licensing office, and I hadn't received a costly ticket.

Restart - tomorrow I can return to my list
of unfinished errands and pick up where I left off.
Shift - I've written myself out of the beastly mood
I was in, and now it's time for a late dinner.

Celebrate This Week!

                              Join us each weekend for Celebrate this week with Ruth Ayres.  

 When we pause to celebrate, we find the joy.

  A week filled with moments to celebrate and remember!

My husband and I counted the days until

Sara's arrival on Tuesday from New York.

It's been a week filled with shared moments together, 

lots of hugs and tears (missing our Hadley),

chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, 

a busy time,

house hunting,  a job interview,

exploring Kirkland,

a happy time,

playing Yahtzee,

giggling until we cried,

an ordinary time,

trips to Costco, Target, and Nordstrom Rack,

a grocery store stop with Dad,

and today

attending church together,

a favorite meal for Sunday dinner,

bittersweet as her Monday departure crawls closer, 

but jubilation knowing that June 

with Sara's and Will's permanent arrival

is just around the corner!

Poetry Friday

Laura Purdie Salas is hosting the Poetry Friday Roundup

at Writing the World for Kids.  Be sure to stop by for a taste of poetry

love and check out her month long series of Poetry Tips for Teachers.   

Why I Didn't Write this Post during the Time I Planned to Do It

Daughter says you can bring your laptop and write in the waiting room
during my extended doctor's appointment.  I bring  my laptop, and offer
to check out the public library for her (this may be her future community).
Get lost on the way to the library, not so good at following that google voice.
Scrounge through box of books in trunk of car trying to determine which books
can be returned so I can squeeze in a few more poetry books into the bins for next week's
book club adventure with poetry.  Take photos of titles I want to recheck in the future.
Ask patron to explain automated return system to me, and return books.
Stop by paperback books displayed as eye candy in the front lobby.
Stop in children's 811 & 821 sections.  Move on to the adult 811 and 821 stacks.
Get lost in the pleasures of prowling the shelves.
Uh oh!  Text from daughter:  finished with the doctor, two more stops and I'll be ready.
Oh no!  Does that mean it's time from me to pick you up?
Not yet, just giving you an update.  Are you writing your post or exploring books?
Exploring poetry books.
Of course!  (accompanied by smiley face and stack of books)
She knows her mama too well!
Frantic push to read two or three more shelves looking for gems I love,
Check out my box of books, hustle to the car, drive back to doctor's office
(without getting lost this time), but also without time to write a poetry post!
Scratch out my post just before bed, it may be Saturday on the east coast,
but it's still Friday in the northwest, and yes, it's raining.  Reminder to self:
A library offers far too many distractions to be a good writing place for me.

PO-EMotion: Acceptance

Today I join my fellow bloggers in "serving up a slice" 

to the Tuesday Slice of Life (SOL) community.

Thanks to Stacey, Tara, Betsy, Dana, Beth, and Anna

for hosting this meeting place each Tuesday 

and nurturing our writing lives.   

I meandered the poetry slices this morning until I saw Mary Lee's word for today, acceptance, 
and then I was compelled to write about our cat, Hadley.  

So surprised when Sara picked you, an older cat,

instead of one of the lively kittens at the rescue shelter.
You came to Evergreen Lane seventeen years ago,
no longer an orphan, but a cat with an address,
and quickly became Sara's cat.

AT MEOW (Mercer Eastside Orphans and Waifs)
you were such a docile cat, they let you roam free.
But when you went back for nail trims,
you turned into a hissy cat, perhaps afraid of being returned.

From the moment we walked out of MEOW
and carried you home, you captured our hearts.

Sara loves to tell how Dad had cat hair on his shirt
when she returned from an evening with a friend
the first night you came to live with us.
You charmed even him, our lone holdout.

You surprised us with your willingness to cuddle,
but that disappeared as you became settled
in your new home, replaced by
aloof Hadley who might deign to grace your lap.

So many fun memories -
The clattering spoon as you explored the leftover chili,
Your guard cat persona whenever a dog was on the premises,
Our frantic family persona when you managed a quick escape,
The wild Hadley who took on Blake and his teasing,
The musical cat who explored the inside of the piano,
Your thundering paws as you galloped from one end of the house to the other
in hot pursuit of something that had moved out of your range of vision.

You were always Sara's cat until she went away to college.
Gradually you moved into my lap since it was the only welcoming one.
You kept us company as we transitioned to empty nesters,
and when business took Lance to Houston, you kept me company.

This spring you joined me most days for writing time in March,
our old cat, who rarely thundered through the house anymore.
Sometimes you were already on the bed, waiting for me to join you.
I'd scoot you over, laptop in hand, you beside me, gently snoring.
It never took long until you squeezed the laptop out,
and reclaimed your prime real estate, my lap.
You were even cover cat in Bonnie's writing places video!

Yesterday was a slow day, not much accomplished
except lots of time with you.
Nap time together,
PBS time together watching the Ken Burns Cancer series,
Bedtime together (for just the 4th time in your life),
And writing time together this morning.
Not sure that I'll be writing on the bed for awhile,
it just won't feel right without you by my side.

But it does feel right to say
goodbye, my love, goodbye.
Pleasant journey until we meet again.

2015 Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem - Day 6

I'm not sure what madness possessed me to respond affirmatively to a certain poet who messaged me on Twitter about joining the progressive poem this year.  I follow the poem each April, fascinated by the spell cast and the journey taken.  I love dabbling in words and had our girl with the bare browned arms striding along the edge of the water until Charles threw me a curveball . . . the indigo varnished handbag and Grandmother's oval cuffed bracelet . . .

She lives without a net, walking along the alluvium deposits of the delta.
Shoes swing over her shoulder, on her bare feet stick jeweled flecks of dark mica.
Hands faster than fish swing at the ends of bare brown arms. Her hair flows,
snows in wild wind as she digs in the indigo varnished handbag,

pulls out her grandmother’s oval cuffed bracelet,

strokes the turquoise stones, and steps through the curved doorway.

Catherine, I can't wait to see where those bare feet with jeweled flecks of dark mica are headed . . .

Join us for this month of poetic wandering

day by day, line by line . . .

1 Jone at Check it Out

2 Joy at Poetry for Kids Joy

3 Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe

4 Laura at Writing the World for Kids

5 Charles at Poetry Time Blog

6 Ramona at Pleasures from the Page

7 Catherine at Catherine Johnson

8 Irene at Live Your Poem

9 Mary Lee at Poetrepository

10 Michelle at Today's Little Ditty

11 Kim at Flukeprints

12 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche

13 Doraine at DoriReads

14 Renee at No Water River

15 Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge

16 Ruth at There is No Such Thing as a Godforsaken Town

17 Buffy at Buffy's Blog

18 Sheila at Sheila Renfro

19 Linda at Teacher Dance

20 Penny at A Penny and her Jots

21 Tara at A Teaching Life

22 Pat at Writer on a Horse

23 Tamera at The Writer's Whimsy

24 Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect

25 Tabatha at The Opposite of indifference

26 Brian at Walk the Walk

27 Jan at Bookseedstudio

28 Amy at The Poem Farm

29 Donna at Mainely Write

30 Matt at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme

How Can I Celebrate?

                               Join us each weekend for Celebrate this week with Ruth Ayres.  

 When we pause to celebrate, we find the joy.

                                           Celebrating in the midst of great sorrow...

There are always moments that will be forever imprinted on our memories.  Yesterday was one of those days.  While running errands with my husband, I received a call from a dear friend whose son had taken his life.  My heart aches, and I long to be near her, to mingle my tears with hers and to hold her in my arms.

I'm ashamed to say that on my table is a sympathy card that I've moved around for several weeks.  I recently learned on Facebook that a friend from college lost her son.  Each day I promise myself that I'll send that card, that I'll try to write words of comfort to a mother whose arms and heart are empty, and each day I've failed.  So today I reach out to both friends with the words of this post, and promise to mail those cards today.

On the morning of 9/11, I walked with a friend who had yet to hear from a daughter who lived in NYC.   The daughter worked as a temp, and so my friend had no way of knowing where her daughter was that morning.  We talked with heavy hearts of the loss of so many lives.  She mentioned that when we feel such sadness that we are helping, as Christians, to bear one another's burdens.

I opened Writer's Almanac this morning to "The Cows at Night" by Hayden Carruth.  I borrow lines from his poem this morning:

"                                   ...for how
in that great darkness could I explain
anything, anything at all."

And while my words cannot explain anything, He who bore all the sorrows of our world promises:

"Fear thou not; for I am with thee:  be not dismayed; for I am thy God:  I will strengthen thee: yea I will help thee; yea I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness."
For I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not: for I will help thee.  (Isaiah 41:10,13)

I pray for my friends to feel His love, to know that He who experienced all sorrow walks beside them through this dark time and holds their hands.

And so through my tears and sadness, I celebrate the Savior of the world who overcame death, walks with us through our dark times, and promises His help and everlasting love.