Poetic Reflections Week 23 on Rosie Gan

Thank you for the invitation. I feel honoured and am privileged to be part of Poetic Reflection.

What can I say about creative writing and me? I have always loved books and enjoyed poetry.

I have a degree in English Literature, but that in no way qualifies me to be a poet! I love poets like Wordsworth, Coleridge, Robert Frost and a host of other Western poets, but I had only recently been inspired by the Japanese poets writing in the haiku form. I love the discipline required in writing haiku, the beauty of the succinct verse, and the imagery related to nature.

I was hooked after my first effort. I had just visited the Alugu Caves in China at that time, and wrote a post about those beautiful caves on my travel blog. The haiku I added to that post was a tribute to the history of the caves, and images of the past flooded the haiku set I wrote. I felt the exhilaration of writing poetry then, and have continued writing, trying out different genres.

I write poetry under two blog names, One is My Garden Haven and the other is Travel-inspired Tales, both on blogspot.com. I started as recently as last year. Most of the poems

I write are related to nature, flowers, and places I've been to. Expressions of emotions are intertwined with the themes. My aspiration is to be bolder in my writing, to scratch beneath the surface and be more forceful. That's the direction I am going with my poems.

Like any writer, I have dreams of publishing a book of my poems, a short story collection or even a novel.

It is but a dream, not an actual plan. However, one needs to begin a venture with a dream,

I believe.

These words by Louise Driscoll echo my sentiments:

Hold fast your dreams,

Within your heart,

Keep one still, secret spot

Where dreams may go.

Jingle Poetry is definitely another spot, not a secret spot, where budding poets such as me may bring our dreams to.

Thank You for your encouragement,

Rosie Gan

;)

My Blogs:

Style Me Adorable

My Garden Haven...A Fine Romance

Rosie Gan Photography

Travel-inspired Tales

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Poem of the Week 23

Hello, talented poets,

This week, we have poem of the week goes to Lola, she has written a story in poetic form about birds and woods, and the theme of freedom is quite enlightening ..

Hope that you enjoy her poem!

Northen Flight

07 Mar 2011 29 Comments

by LoLa in Bird Poems, Poetry

 

No more sitting bereft
no more reaching for all she sought
this birds got some fight left
And she knows what she is not
Her focus it turned inwards
away from all that wanted to claim
She took her flight to the woods
to add fire to her flame
She sought the sights she wished for
The Redwood trees, the sea so blue
A rapid river and so much more
The prettier it was, the higher she flew
She bathed in the hot spring in comfort and ease
Not worried of bigger birds, hunters or man
joyfully spreading her wings for all to see
She sat in splendid glory, with no worries on hand
Winds invaded the northern mountains
which rose this bird from her splendor
She danced in it for hours
Soaring about playfully, sparkling of wonder
The birds they came to play some too
They saw she had something
as she rolled with them as pigeons do
She sang  a tune of all her longing
She sang a song of joy in freedom
then thought of her young ones
wondered when she would see them
And suddenly things weren’t so fun
This bird saw what she needed to do
she had to prepare the nest
thoughts of change distorted her view
as she prepared herself for this quest
This bird is willing to land again
to settle back into its home
If freedom is what she seeks in the end
only time will let us know

Friday Blog Review~ Week 23~ Summer Rain

This weeks introduction goes to a new blogger I have discovered in the holidays.
The theme and the blog title really jumped at me seeing as I have a love for the rain, which combinds it with summer, making it Summer Rain .

The Blog

There is no information about the author. But i am going to hightlight the poetry that I have read on their blog.

Excerpt on : 54 Months

Birds sing,

APRIL showers on your chin,

Romance springs at one fling.

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With roses blossoming in JUNE,

Dine near a beach with a fork and a spoon,

Dance a disc dance under the crescent moon.

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Fireworks in the sky,

Kites fly,

Celebrate Independence in JULY.

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School starts,

Time 4 fine arts

And some AUGUST pop-tarts.

Another poem that describes emotions of depth and transforming ourselves to what is inside. This is one of my favorites I like the underlying message.

Excerpt : In a place where the ocean is deep & wide

In a place where the ocean is deep and wide,
Lonely soul greets the hungry tide,
Unspeakable things
scream in silence;
Broken wings
search for solace;
Deserted strings
haunt those died in violence!
This fairy
is NOT very merry,
This story
is Not that cheery,
This moment
is so very scary!
Brain-storms flood,
Thoughts stretch,
Let’s pray to God
and redo our sketch.

In the url I have read this words, " Its time for me to think for myself". which is a life lesson in itself that at some point in our lives we will have to be in charge of our own emotions and learn to control what we let in our lives.

Summer Rain if you could try an update on giving the bloggers more info on your ABOUT ME, would be great, so we can all know where you from and what inspires you.
I have enjoyed your poetry.

I am Chimnese and wishing you a great weekend ahead. Don't forget to check out Summer Rain's blog.

Thursday Poetry Forms (Poetry for Dummies) Week 23

A new week here in the Gooseberry Garden, and I have to say it starts to feel just a little bit like spring! I am CC Champagne, and I am your weekly guide on this excursion into the maddening world of poetry forms and all related issues. Pull up a chair, make yourself comfortable and let's take a look at something that I had never heard of before, namely OULIPO.

OULIPO is a literary philosophy invented by mathematicians in the 1960. The acronym stands for the French Ouvroir de littérature potentielle (a rough translation would be workshop for potential literature) and defines the term potential literature in this case with 'the seeking of new structures and patterns which may be used by writers in any way they enjoy'. This sounds like something I think I could grow fond of!

This group of writers, current as well as those who are no longer alive, have set out to find new constraints with which to inspire a change in the creative process. Rules that forces you to view your writing from a different angle.

There is much to be said about this philosophy and the work it has already created, but I will limit myself to focusing on one OULIPO constraint today, the S+7 (sometimes known as the N+7). The rules for this form is that you take an already constructed poem and exchange all the nouns in it for the 7th noun after it in a dictionary. Exchange noun for noun and the poem might not make any sense at all, or - even more interesting - it might force you to look at your work in a completely new light!

Want to give one of the OULIPO constraints/forms a go? Please feel free to enter whatever work this post inspires - or any of your other work in The Gooseberry Garden's Poets Picnic Week 22, where the wonderful Kay offers us the theme Spring, Colours, Trees and New Life.

I hope to see you back in The Gooseberry Garden again next week, if we don't come across each other rambling around the blogosphere before then.

*Cheers*

Poetry Picnic Week 22: Spring, Colors, Trees, and New Lives

Greetings From Gooseberry Garden!
Hey! It's me, Kay Salady! It's my pleasure to welcome everyone to another week of poetry here at Jingle Poetry's Gooseberry Garden.  This week's topics include one of my favorite things in the whole world and that's trees!  Without trees, we wouldn't be here.  When we think of trees, we often think of spring, and when we think of spring, we think of colors and new beginnings or new lives.  Wow, see how all that just kind of flows together?  I'm certain you could write a piece utilizing all of the prompts shown here.  We're certainly looking forward to reading your poems. So, get a cup of inspiration and sip it slowly, take a deep breath, ready, set, write!

A New Baby Was Born by Snowflakes

A new baby was born

Full of freshness and light

Promising future to be held

Everything shall be alright

Remaining a curious mind

In his pilgrimage

By the blessings of angel's heart

Humble and daring

He is to blaze the trail

In the honor of God

Grow strong and tall

No need to wonder how

Simply live to give love to all

Name him Wink

Make him think

Lots of giggling

And wiggling

Enjoy the magical moments be nice

As love is the forever theme for human device

I Will Paint You a Rainbow by ~L

If your rainbow becomes lost

I shall paint one for you in the sky

I will pull out my ladder

Use a magical brush

Paint you your hope

And bring to you love so lush

When skies are gray

And your moments are sad

I will passionately pray

For a promise to be made

You told me yesterday

"I'm your hope mommy"

And today I tell you,

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear how much I love you

Please don't take my rainbow away

There will be days when you too

Will feel your rainbow has disappeared

I will be there through and through

To be your artist in the sky

To give 'my reason' a hopeful view

Joy 2 The Beginning of Spring by Summer Rain

Joy to the beginning of spring

As I see earthin pure green

Joy to college freshman's spring fling

Where refreshed energy erupts in human

Birds wake up early to let out their happy cry

Church bells give their merriest ring

Emotions in baseball fields run sky high

Home runner is treated like a sport king

Spring and love are inseparable

Life without spring is intolerable

Spring fills hearts with infinite joys

As you and I feel as young as little girls and boys

She, A Tender Bud by Kay Salady

She a silent tender bud

Waited for the rains to flood

High above her peaceful sleep

One with roots so very deep

In the still of Earth's dark sod

Rested in the hands of God

A clap of thunder split the sky

Ere she turned and with a sigh

Gathered rain to drench her bed

The lovely tresses on her head

Floated within a moss cocoon

As her limbs reached for the moon

She reached far past her dark confines

Through the soil with shooting vines

That sprouted leaves of brightest green

With tiny flowers of tangerine

That burst with scent to reach the sun

Then folded wings when day was done

As if to pray when moon was full

To thank the Lord of Beautiful

For all she was and all she'd seen

For all she'd do and all she'd been

And as she bowed her head to sleep

She dug her roots in very deep

Then came the winds from hands of time

That blew her arms from her confines

And sent the seeds from tangerines

Beyond the trees far past the streams

And then a great and mighty flood

Washed away the tender bud

The snow of winter froze the earth

As tiny flowers await rebirth

Beneath the sod they lie in moss

So silently they weep the loss

Of one who bore them all

She who took the fall

A clap of thunder split the sky

As far beneath the soil they try

To gather rain within confines

Deep within the mossy mines

Of sleeping flowers who will bestow

Her sweet perfume before they go

Methods of Submissions:

Share your work using InLinkz below, and leave a comment in case it is your first time!  It would be super great if you could link back to us on your blog.

Weekly poetry collection starts on Sunday, at 2pm, and will stay open until Wednesday, 8pm, 78 hours for you to share your talent with us!

Theme for next week?

Week 23 theme will be:  Visit the New York Times online, find any headline of the day that interests you and write a poem or prose starting with the headline or with the headline as your poem title, have fun! http://www.nytimes.com/

Keep up the excellence.

Hope to see you share then!