It Is No Small Thing to Sparkle

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It Is No Small Thing to Sparkle
(Mary Oliver)
a quadrille

This title begs to be a poem,
and today, perhaps,
it will write itself—

blue-green oceans
receding relentlessly.

foam left behind
upon the sandy shore.

the shimmery bubble
that holds inside

a universe
full of the life
and brilliant colors
of creation.

Linked to dVerse’s Monday Prompt to write a Quadrille, a poem of 44 words, no more, no less, using this week’s prompt using the word, BUBBLE. Take a chance and have a lot of fun.

The title of this poem is from Mary Oliver’s poem, Four Sonnets, which I read this morning in her latest book of poetry, Felicity.

Write2Day–A Love Affair with Words

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One of the things I enjoy most about my Kindle is the dictionary feature. If your bring the cursor to a word in the text, the definition pops up at the bottom of the screen. Hit “return” and it takes you to an expanded expose of the various meaning of the word. .. wonderful feature for word-addicts like those of us who write.

This morning as I was reading a bit of the Bible, there was a footnote on the word SPIRIT. Because I’m interested in biblical exegesis and the Hebrew root of things, I went to the footnote to see which Hebrew word for soul (there are five, if I remember correctly) John (or whoever wrote that gospel) used. When the cursor landed on “SPIRIT” and the definition appeared, it drew me in, so I had to explore. I knew there would be a number of definitions and I was right. Here are just a few of them:

  • the non-physical part of a person that is the seat of emotions and character; the soul;
  • a part regarded as the person’s true self and capable of surviving physical death or separation;
  • such a part manifested as an apparition after their death–a ghost;
  • a supernatural being;
  • short for the Holy Spirit;
  • qualities regarded as forming the definitive or typical elements in the character of a person, nation, or group or in the thought and attitudes of a particular period;
  • a person identified with their most prominent mental or moral characteristics or with their role in a group or movement;
  • a specific emotion or mood;
  • a person’s mood;
  • the quality of courage, energy, and determination or assertiveness;
  • the attitude or intentions with which someone undertakes or regards something;
  • the real meaning or the intention behind something as opposed to its strict verbal interpretation;
  • strong distilled liquor!

Wow; all of that in one word!

For today’s prompt, let’s write a poem, essay or short fiction that revolves around the word SPIRIT.  Take it wherever you like. If you choose to participate:

  • Write your submission and post it on your blog;
  • Access Mr. Linky at the bottom of this post and add your name and copy the direct URL of your post into the link;
  • Visit and comment on the work of other participants…there are not too many so it shouldn’t be a huge task;
  • Enjoy the process of writing and reading.

I’m still having some challenges with my back, but we’re working on that, so excuse me for not being too “present” in the world of blogging these days. I will be posting at dVersePoets’ Meeting the Bar tomorrow and hope to see you there. It is a great place to share poetry and friendship. I may need to vary the days that I do my weekly “Write2Day” entry so expect a bit of the unexpected. Thanks for being a part of the creative SPIRIT that happens here in the world of blogs.

Copyright 2012 Victoria Ceretto Slotto. All rights reserved.

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Mourning Dove

Mourning Dove (Photo credit: mizmak)

Photo: David Slotto, all rights reserved.


Alone beneath a velvet sky
silver sparks dance with sparrows,
crystal moons splinter.

Clay turtles melt
on an empty canvas
leaving tawny shadows
beside the hibiscus
that blooms
in velvet wonder.

A hummingbird descends,
perfumed blood and honey.
Blankets of feathers
stagger across its
silken breast.

Mourning doves
covet joy.

Ladles of honey
slip down
mask pain,
the loss of
life’s rhythm.

Submitted to dVerse Poets’ Open Link Night and Write2Day.

Copyright 2012, Victoria C. Slotto, all rights reserved.

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