Another Haiku

Another shout out to I Write Her for the weekly Haiku/Senryu challenge.

1.
Deep cracks in the mask
reveal his humanity.
I can’t look away.

2.
We are dust from stars.
There’s sand in my eye, damn it.
I don’t want to clean.

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Bee Encounters

A few weeks ago I found this quote in a meme on Facebook. I loved it and shared it to my feed, because, bees!

I remember when I used to see a bee and go, YIKES, a bee! And now I’m all, oh wow, a bee. Hi! You ok there? Need anything? Can I get you a drink? A cushion? Wanna borrow the car? (@tracy_thorn, She’s Magic & Midnight Lace)

Anyone who has been paying attention to the decline in honeybee population and who knows how vitally important these marvelous creatures are to our food supply and quality of life, probably gets it.

About a week ago, I had a bee encounter. I was just about to get into my car when a bee buzzed around my head. I wasn’t afraid. I’ve never been stung because when they’re around, I stay calm and still until they move on. This one was really close and taking its time. I felt wings, or maybe feet (?) on my cheek. I spoke to it quietly, calling it sweetheart, thanking it for visiting and asking it to please move away from the car door because I didn’t want it to be trapped in the hot car with me. And then it left.

Last night I watched “Jupiter Ascending” starring Mila Kunis as a young woman who finds out she’s the genetic reincarnation of intergalactic royalty.  It’s a great space opera with a little bit of romance and enough CGI destruction and fighting to make everyone happy. When Jupiter finds out she’s royalty she has an encounter with bees. They swarm around her and move with her as she waves here arms in a delightful dance. Sean Bean, one of her alien helpers  tells her, “Bees are genetically designed to recognize royalty.

I thought about my recent bee encounter. I’m not saying I’m anything special, but I decided I needed to write a poem. Since I seem to be in Haiku land lately, here’s what I came up with.

Her wings brushed my face
A fuzzy buzzy flyer
Honey maker’s kiss

Bee happy folks!

Postscript: I checked with a friend who is a writer, teacher and beekeeper. The bee that visited me would have been female, so the haiku has been modified!

Haiku Challenge

One of the best things one can do as a writer is to encourage other writers. Being creative, as all artists know, is both a joy and a challenge. We all need inspiration and I found some today from Pat at e-Quips who wrote three haiku in response to this:

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #30

Here are the two I came up with.

1:
We are both angry
Your hairy eyeball and lips
won’t make me back down.

2:
I need a chainsaw
to open my lips and heart
to say “I love you.”

Poet Laureates, Writer’s Block, Joy

Congratulations Joy Harjo! A month ago (I’ve had writer’s block), Ms. Harjo, poet, writer and musician was named the 23rd poet laureate of the United States. Harjo is a member of the Muscogee Creek Nation, which gives her the additional distinction of becoming the first Native American to hold the position.  Click here to read her poem, Once the World was Perfect

The term laureate means to be wreathed with laurels as a mark of honor. Like most people, I’ve seen pictures and movies of Greeks and historical figures wearing a crown of laurel wreaths, but I didn’t know until this year when Jaki Shelton Green became the Poet Laureate of North Carolina, that the honor comes with an actual wreath of laurels. Click her name to see the photo! The talented Ms. Green also has the distinction of being the third woman and the first African American to be appointed to the role.  When I went searching for a picture of a laurel wreath to accompany this blog, all I found were men, or blond women, hence the mannequin.

So what exactly is a poet laureate? The national official title is the Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry.  There are a few official duties, but basically the job is “to raise the national consciousness to a greater appreciation of the reading and writing of poetry.” For more details, visit: http://loc.gov/poetry/about_laureate.html.

You too can be a poet laureate! I encourage you to appoint yourself  poet laureate of  your place of work, your school, your book club, or just your own home. If you are not a poet, then be an advocate for any and all expressions of creativity.

I’ve been planning on writing this post for over a month, but “writer’s block.” The very phrase is synonymous with “excuse” and it’s not really accurate. I’ve had ideas, but I haven’t been able to quiet my mind, set aside the issues and concerns of “real life” and do the work of creating.  Fast forward to last night. I went to dinner to celebrate the birthday of my friend and writing mentor Judy Martel who passed away in July, 2017. A wonderful woman with a wide network of connection, her birthday has become an opportunity for friends and family to gather and remember her.  I remember the lessons  Judy. I’m here.

Now, as the Poet Laureate of my one-bedroom apartment, I am going to promote some poetry, and hopefully some joy.

Just two days ago, I came across the 2019 Joan Ramseyer Memorial Poetry Contest while browsing a list of Calls for Submission. Ms. Ramseyer was the mother of a writer and poet by the name of Bram Seyer. He writes this about her on his blog:  “In the last year of her life my mother, Joan Ramseyer, turned to verse to express the heat of ideas percolating in her mind, like bubbles in a teapot escaping into steam.”  The memorial contest is a way for him to honor her life and celebrate the homey poetry she wrote. The theme this year is JOY! Read the full guidelines here and consider writing and submitting a poem about joy! https://bramseyer.wordpress.com/joan-ramseyer-memorial-poetry-contest/?

I’m not that kind of …

… poet, writer, artist, cook, tailor, ___ fill in the blank.

In a world of almost 8 billion people, everyone wants to be unique, and stand out in a crowd. I get it, but that statement is vague and dismissive. Not only does it raise more questions, it’s a way to end a conversation before it even gets started. I’ve been thinking about this since a poet I was talking to a few months ago, about writing to prompts, said to me, “I’m not that kind of poet.”  Really? Have you tried it? Why? But that was the end of the conversation.

“I’m not that kind of cook,” could mean two things. Either you prefer to cook by winging it and you never follow a recipe, or, that you are not comfortable cooking unless you have a recipe to follow. Both are valid points of view, and each one tells us a different story about you.

“I’m not that kind of poet,” could mean you only write free verse, or it could mean that you stick to classic poetic forms. Either way, I want to know more about your poetry.

These are only two meager examples. There are so many art forms and avocations that people aspire to. Everyone has a story. Be brave. Tell me yours.

~//~

And now in the category, TIWIW (Things I wish I Wrote):

“We poets are a passionate bunch. I don’t go in much for poet stereotypes, but I think this much is true, at least as it applies to our feelings about poetry itself. We care a lot about language and we’re always looking for the best way to do what we do—it’s one of the things I enjoy about us.”  – Camille Rankine

This great quote by Camille Rankine, is from her blog post,  “The Known Unknown: Persona, Empathy, and the Limits of Imagination,” on the Poetry Foundation website. The article is about poetic identity, cultural appropriation, and “the murky moral territory that is writing in persona.”

Heron Clan VI Launches!

This week I attended the book launch party for the Heron Clan VI poetry anthology. I am very happy to have three poems included in this book. And yet, I am even more proud of the fact that I was able to contribute in another significant way to the book as an editor. (Squee!)

Last year I was honored to have two poems in Heron Clan V, (which was great, even with the typo.) A month or so after the book release I buttonholed Doug Stuber, owner and primary editor of the Heron Clan series, and peppered him with questions about the editorial process. Maybe he needed another editor; maybe he just wanted to shut me up; but he invited me to join the editor’s committee. (Squee!)  I’ve copy-edited many books, and formatted many documents, but I knew this would be the largest project I’ve ever done, and I jumped at the chance to be part of it.

The whole experience was even more satisfying and rewarding than seeing my poetry in the book. Everything was educational as well as fun, especially sitting with the other editors in selection meetings. I’ve submitted my work to quite a few poetry journals, and, of course, received far more rejections than acceptances.  Now that I see what it’s like on the other side of the process, I am much more relaxed about submitting. Poetry may be art, but publishing is still business. Don’t take it personally! After the selections were finalized and the poets notified, Doug and I got down to business on putting the book together. Lots of opportunity for personal growth!  

I had met some of the contributors before this, and I’m getting to meet more. The HC anthology series showcases a great diversity of voice. In addition to local poets, there are poets from out of state, former poet laureates, a founding member of the Beat Poetry movement, poets from South America, and young poets just starting their careers.

If you are interested in getting your own copy, please email me or leave a note in the comments. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with one of mine that is included.

Wall

I want to build a wall
thicker than my skin
but thinner than stone.

The one I have is not working.
Organic and overgrown,
I want to replace this briar.

I want a wall I can see through
so I’ll know what’s coming.
Chain link is ok. Barb wire is not.

Don’t send a knight
with a shining silver sword.
There are no dragons here.

Give me a gardener
with callused hands in worn leather gloves
and a machete to cut down these weeds.