Monotone

Winter Snow - Landscape

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Monotone

Staggering through a maze of words,
The poet gropes for one to fill the emptiness.

Dark skies obscure even shadows.
Monochromatic gray scales the horizon.

Flecks of asphalt sprinkle once-white snow,
heaped in mounds beside the road.

Remembrance of beauty fades, evades.
November dies with dreams of loveliness and magic.

Winter doldrums stagger through a maze of words,
extinguish artistry, ignite loneliness.

Perhaps a bit out of season for those of us in the Northern Hemisphere. This is an old poem, edited and posted for dVerse Meeting the Bar where Gay Canon challenges us to write poetry about poetry. I’m late, but there’s still time to join!

A Sun-Kissed Interview

Several weeks ago, Ayala, who blogs at A Sun Kissed Life, wrote the 9000th comment on my site, so in celebration, I would like to continue the practice of interviewing each 1000th commenter and am delighted that this time, it’s this talented young poet.

Photo: Ayala, A Sun-Kissed Life

1.   Among your interests, you list travel. How have your experiences in world-wide travels influenced your writing life?

As a child I was fortunate to travel with my parents. I continue to travel as an adult. I love traveling, it absolutely influenced my writing. Each place holds the promise of new experiences, people, sights, smells, food, and art. It moves me and inspires me to write.

2.   Your “About” states I believe in living each day the best way possible.” Can you describe how your “perfect” day would unfold?

A perfect day for me is when my two sons, my husband and I are together. We can be home enjoying conversation, cooking, watching television, or just hanging out. Another perfect scenario is when we all go fishing. We go to North Palm Beach, with a cooler of food, bait, our rods and we spend all day outdoors. Sometimes we stop at Peanut Island for lunch and a dip in turquoise waters. It used to be a deserted island when we first went there in the nineties. Now the city built it up with various facilities docking and camping grounds. It’s quite beautiful.

3.   If I understand your Facebook page correctly, you’ve resided both in Florida and Tel Aviv. How do the places you call home influence your poetry?

I was born in Israel.  I have been residing in Florida for the last 37 years. There are things that I remember about my early childhood in Israel. I treasure those memories. I believe that any place that you live influences who you are, your writing, and how you see the world. 

4.   Aside from your blog, where do you share your poetry? Have you published, or do you plan to publish your work? Do you write other genres besides poetry?

Aside from my blog I have not published my work. When I was in my twenties my dad urged me to publish a collection of poems that I wrote. I paid the publisher but my book was never published due to the publisher getting sick and the company closing down. I had no desire to publish my work afterwards.

I wrote a novel in my twenties and short stories, but my true passion is poetry.

5.   Who or what is the greatest inspiration behind your poetry?

My dad was my first fan. Always supporting me and reading my works. He was an inspiration. A child that survived the ghetto. He witnessed horrors, no child should see. He became a self-made man. He left Europe when he was a newlywed and immigrated to Israel. He spoke several languages and became a success. Even when he was a laborer in a factory, he fought for equal rights of his fellow workers. He was admired by others. He was involved in social issues and was extremely generous. He was involved in politics and later became an impresario, writer, jeweler, art dealer. Some of his work was published in a Romanian newspaper in Israel. He was a poet but he also wrote plays. Listening to him read poetry to my mom early on inspired me. My mom would tell me that I took after my dad. He passed away in 2008 and writing has been a salvation to me.

6.   When do you write? How do you work writing and blogging into your busy life as mother and entrepreneur?

I’ve been writing since I am eight years old. Being a mother and an entrepreneur I find myself juggling most of my days. I write notes when I feel inspired and I have notebooks with half poems written, things that inspire me at the moment. Later when I find time, I return to my notes, try to recreate the moment and write.

7.   Is there anything else that you would like us to know about you, your work, your family or your sweet dog, Daisy?

I would like my readers know that I was a single parent for the first nine years of my older son’s life. Being a single parent, I feel, is a privilege. My son and I are extremely close, because it was always him and I. I think it made me stronger and a better parent. I’ve also raised children as a partner with my husband. This has given me two entirely different perspectives on raising children.

Another thing I want them to know is why I started writing a blog. I began as a way to deal with the loss of my parents. I was in a lot of pain and it was therapeutic. At the time I felt strange exposing myself on the internet. I was reading blogs and writing. It opened me to a new world. I had seen the movie Julie and Julia in which a blogger recreates recipes of Julia Child while documenting her experience on a blog. I found the idea charming. Later I bought the book, The Happiness Project, and read Ms. Gretchen Rubin’s blog. One day I read an interview with a young mom and author named Aidan Donnelley Rowley. She wrote about her girls and the loss of her father. Those feelings resonated with me. She was one of the first people to leave me encouraging comments. Through her blog I found other blogs that I read. I was moved by Belinda Munoz who writes, The Halfway Point. Belinda has extended her friendship to me.  I treasure it and admire her as an activist and a humanitarian. The blogging community has shown me love and support. It allowed me to trust this place and share my deep feelings. Mr. Brian Miller gave me a lot of support in the beginning of my journey as well. He is a generous spirit in our poetry community.  I am humbled by all the great talent and creativity including yours Victoria. Thank you for this interview.  I have always appreciated your kindness toward me.

And thank you, Ayala, for taking time from your full life to be a part of our poetry communities and for sharing a bit of yourself through this interview. I hope everyone who reads this will take a moment and check out your blog, A Sun-Kissed Life…especially those of you who have not “met” Ayala.

Poetic Plagiarism–dVerse Poets Pub

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Poetic Plagiarism

Verbal cubism:
Deconstructing reality,
Finding Picasso.

This is in response to a prompt from emmett wheatfield for dVerse Poets Pub in which he asks us to write a poem about poetry. Cubism in visual art is about deconstruction of objects into their basic shapes. As I see it, poets deconstruct the obvious, but instead of paints or collage, we use words.

Come on over to the Pub and read emmet’s article and some poems about poetry. http://dversepoets.com We’re serving up good stuff 24/7!

 

Monday Morning Writing Prompt–Texture

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I’ve been a docent at the Nevada Museum of Art for a few years and one of the elements of art that I enjoy exploring with the children I tour is texture. I ask them to enter the painting and tell me how something would feel if they could touch it–soft, smooth, fluffy or hard, rough, coarse? Hot or cold? I think sometimes the sense of touch is overlooked when we are writing sensory detail.

For today’s prompt, write a poem or flash fiction in which you feature at least one description of something with texture. You may find it fun this week to become more aware of the input your sense of touch offers to you and how it makes you feel.

Please include a link to your response in the comment section of this post and enjoy your sense of touch. However, if you visit a museum…please don’t touch the art! :0)

Wordsmith Wednesday–12 Sources of Poetic Inspiration

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Today I’ve been considering the sources we poets turn to for poetic inspiration–so today’s Wordsmith Wednesday is for poets although I’m sure that it can be useful to prose writers as well. I’m going to short-list some of the sources I turn to to be inspired in my writing. I’m hoping that you will add to it in the comments section.

  • Nature–look for details, metaphors, lessons that are present all around us. When stuck, it often helps me to take a walk. I’m blessed to live in a place that is replete with nature’s offerings.
  • Reading–read other poets. Their work often tickles my creative muse. I’ve mentioned some of my favorites in my list of recommended reading.
  • News sources–look for the seeds of story-poems hidden in the newspaper, on the Internet or on TV news broadcast.
  • Poetic Forms–do an Internet search and check out poetic forms. For me, the discipline of a form can jump-start and idea.
  • Spirituality–look to metaphysical/religious ideas and writings such as the Bible or holy books of other spiritual traditions. Look within at your own spiritual experience.
  • Relationships–these evoke emotional reactions that are often begging to be expressed.
  • History–check out historical events as well as your own history. There are stories to tell.
  • Mythology–although this is not an area of expertise for me, I’ve read much poetry that draws on the classical myths, stories that transcend time.
  • Science–a wonderful well-spring of poetic inspiration.
  • Art–Use painting, sculpture, photography and translate your experience into words.
  • Writing Prompts–those of us who participate in writing communities have a wealth of material tossed out at us on a daily or weekly basis. Check out some of the sites on my blogroll. I’d love to see you link up to my own Monday Morning Writing Prompt.
  • Political issues–need I say more? My personal viewpoint is to stay away from personal attacks and stick to the issues.

I hope these will be helpful to you, especially if you are feeling stuck right now. There are more–help me expand the list if you will!

Monday Morning Writing Prompt: Headliners

newspapers

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Fiction and poetry writers can find inspiration for their writing in daily newspapers or on-line news sources. I’m sure many of us recognize story lines from real life events in TV dramas. For today’s prompt, browse the news and find your own inspiration for a poem or short fiction.

Please link your work to this post in comments. I’ll add mine later this week. Now, I’m off to find a story.

Cricket’s Song

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Cricket’s Song

When I awaken to sounds
of mockingbirds and scents
of jasmine blooming

and ducks begin
their mating nods and bobs
and doves build nests

when breezes billow
fluttering the leaves
scattering pear blossoms

and winter slips away
behind the blush of bronze
on snow-topped peaks

I know that soon the earth
will warm to sunlight’s touch
and revel in the song of summer.

Linked to One Stop Poetry: http://onestoppoetry.com/

Revelation–Poetry Potluck’s Theme of Art, Music and Poetry

D. Slotto 4/2011

Oleander and the Sky
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D. Slotto 4/2011

Submitted to Poetry Potluck: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/ and

Monday Morning Writing Prompt: http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/04/24/monday-morning-writing-prompt-dream-symbolism/

Revelation

Last night as I slept
the Artist came and dabbed Oleander’s
green with brilliant buds of pink
then feathered white across
a chosen hummingbird.

Last night as I slept
the Violinist played, sweeping
his bow across the fronds of palms.
Music hummed in branches of Crepe Myrtle,
sprinkling her blossoms all across the Earth.

Last night as I slept
the Poet tossed his words into the water,
ripples bore their beauty
all across the world so sere,
so desperate for salvation.

This morning I awoke
to colors of joy,
to sounds of grace,
to possibilities of peace.

This week the Oleanders blossomed overnight, the winds howled, and a striking albino hummingbird has graced us with his presence. Happy Easter to all.

NaPoWriMo Day 2–Sleepless

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I’m happy to celebrate National Poetry Month by participating in a variety of challenges available to those who wish to write a poem a day during the month of April. I’ve decided to browse the various prompts, choose one that speaks to me and post it to my blog.

This prompt came from NaPoWriMo: http://www.napowrimo.net/ where the challenge for Day 2 is to write a poem incorporating the titles of three books you have in your library.

Sleepless

we have known both the agony
and the ecstasy of nights
held back from sleep

the sultry summer lust
our bodies wrapped in love’s
embrace and sweat

a random song that
cleaves the night but who would
dare to kill a mockingbird?

the soul’s raging war of
hearts betrayed or
guilt unburdened

yet in the morn we resurrect
we rise renewed, bodies sated
spirits unbroken

Monday Morning Writing Prompt–It’s Spring!!!

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My calendar tells me that today, the 20th, is the Vernal Equinox, the first day of spring. The weather report indicates that back home, in Reno, snow is expected. Much of Southern California is experiencing rain and even here, in the desert, it’s (relatively) cool and overcast. But, it’s spring (in the Northern Hemispheres.)

For Monday’s prompt, write a poem or flash fiction in 100 words or less that celebrates spring. If your weather is not indicative of the season, dig back in the archives of your memories or imagination.

Here is mine (mild adult content):

Spring

Do you remember the cloud
that looked like a white dog bounding
across the empty gray sky?

Or the coupling dragonflies,
their wings shaved slivers of
shimmering moonstone or fire opal?

Nearby, something moldered in dank earth.
Its smell mingled with
the scent of our sweat and sex.

A chorus of crickets undulated
in an outdoor theater,
unabashed by our nakedness.

You told me to get on top because
the grass beneath our blanket scratched me.
A breeze licked my body.

Do you think that it was love?
Or maybe because tomorrow would be spring.