Friday, April 6, 2012

Friday Poetry Blog Review Week 30 on Lady Nyo

Howdy y’all, this is A.B. Thomas and I have been given the opportunity to do this week’s blog review. To be truthful, I was a little hesitant when I was asked to do a blog review; I don’t really see the technical side of writing or art as being as important as how the work presents the uniqueness of the artist within their creation. On the other hand, I loathe turning down a challenge that takes me out of my comfort zone – one cannot expand their own understanding of themselves if they remain entombed in their own cocoon, can they?  I hope I don’t fuddle this up too much!
The Who
Lady Nyo’s Webblog – a woman writer’s invitations to all other writers
Impressions of the blog
Lady Nyo’s blog is very minimalistic and clean looking in its presentation; her work, a header and a blog roll are all that are presented on the pages. The template she chose really allows for the images that she has chosen to a part of the entries stand out to draw a reader to that particular piece.  The centered single column style allows the reader to be undistracted by a conflicting activity to either side of the work.
Lady Nyo’s work is outstanding to read; she mixes her presentation with art, thoughts, information, and perception with her creativity. She not only presents an obvious knack for the poetic flair and penning of such but presents episodic stories that are thoroughly entertaining to read.
Suggestions
I find that I am at odds with myself in the inclination of the nature of the suggestion I would have for this blog.  My initial reaction to the lack of a category or archive feature to her entries was confusion; how was I to focus on a particular poetic style or theme? The flip side of this lack was that I enjoyed simply reading without having that expectation of anticipating a specific subject or feel.  Having no quick link to archived material could be an intentional omission on her part, and if it is so, it is her blog and the quality of the work is what is the focus not the frills to which end she has provided ample delights for the mind to dance cheek to cheek with the imagination.
I would like to thank Lady Nyo for putting her thoughts, experiences, opinions and creativity into the blogosphere for all to enjoy, and I hope that she continues to provide such delicious mind candy for me to savour.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Thursday Poetry Forms (Poetry for Dummies) Week 30

Thursday is upon us, and with it the start of another week with JP at Olive Garden. Although I have been absent lately you once again find me, CC Champagne, resting in the shade of the olive trees with a nice glass of bubbly in my hand, ready to untangle some poetry forms (or at least get inebriated trying).

This week I've actually fallen in love with a poetry form. Yes, I know! I didn't think it was possible either!!! The triolet is a form I have seen now and then around the blogosphere, but never paid attention to. The good people over at dVerse Poets featured the form a few weeks back, and I know some of the blog poets I read have produced pieces in this form, but I never tried it. Until this week's National Poetry Month 2012 prompt... And it was what falling in love should be like if it were real (cynic present, please beware!)!

To quote Wikipedia a triolet is "a three stanza poem of eight lines" (well, that's simple enough, right?). It continues by letting us know that the rhyme scheme is 'ABaAabAB' and that iambic tetrameter is often used. From my earlier attempts at learning poetry form, this tells me that the rhythm used (iamb) is a two syllable rhythm where the stress is on the first syllable (TA-dum) and that we use four (tetra) such iambs to a line (in other words eight syllables)... Wikipedia further says that "an effective conventional triolet achieves two things; firstly the naturalness of the refrain and secondly the alteration of the refrain's meaning". To fully understand what on earth this means, let's have a look at an example:

How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew
Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee?
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

If you have had the patience to read this through I hope the rhyming has caught you in some way as it did me. Ah, just a brilliant flow! As you can see, the 1st, 4th and 7th line are the same, as is the 2nd and the 8th. It still manages to change though... Somehow... Some more examples of this form - as well as a slightly more expansive dive into the history (dating back to Medieval France, I believe) and evolution of the form can be found here. I will try my hand at this form again in the future, I am sure of it! *smile*

Should you wish to share some poetry with us, whether in triolet form or otherwise, please feel free to join our Poetry Picnic at JP At Olive Garden Week 29, where the theme of the week is Art, Music and Poetry, or join in the always exciting Thursday Poets Rally over at Hyde Park Poetry (Promising Poets Parking lot). Me you will see here again next Thursday, hopefully with some other new found favourite poetry form to talk about!

*Cheers*

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Poetry Picnic Week 29: Art, Music, and Poetry By Kavita and Olivia

 

Settle down, folks... It's Monday already! So it's POTLUCK/Picnic time!! Yaayyy...

We (Olivia and Kavita) delightedly welcome you again to Poetry Picnic... A perfect April Monday... now that can only mean "Muse, Art, Music and Poetry"!! What say?? Come on.. join us...

Register yourself (with your name and the link to your potluck entry) using InLinkz below, and leave a comment with a pointer to your post! It would be great if you could link back to us on your blog!!! Once you are done with this, visit other participants (at least 6), read their entries, comment, AND ENJOY!!! Of course, you can always submit any poem of your choice as well...

Remember: Every week, InLinkz will be up on Sunday, at 2pm (CDT), and will stay open for an week, So you will have 7 days to share your poem with us...COOL huh?!! Also, if you aren't new to Poetry Potluck, please note that we may not send you weekly reminders. So, it would be awesome if you could add us to your Blogroll or Favorites, so that you can stay updated with the happenings on our site!!


Flash Forward!! Having splashed about in beauty and music, let's undo our "Doubts, Fears, Inhibitions and Hesitations"!! Brr... Scary!! But that's next week! So you have one entire week to prepare your poem for this theme.. :) And if you are unable to submit a poem ON the theme, relax... Send in an older poem you would love to share with us...

And now, LET'S GET STARTED with this week's potluck!!!! Enjoy the  Sunshine here and write on... Thanks for joining in and supporting your fellow poets here at OUR favorite Poetry Potluck!!!


A heart, touched... A soul, moved...
-----------------------------------------------------
(by Sonam Mandal

The song had not left
The tip of her tongue,
Had not been penned in ink,
Or thought out in blood,
Before it filled in her heart
The wondrous joy of its coming.

Never had she met one
She could adore more,
Than the voice of a Songbird,
Singing deep and sad lore,
Of her wisdom gained,
And lovers lost to time.

Nor ever did she feel complete,
Without her favorite tune
Playing on the radio,
Electric guitar, and drumbeats,
To take her high and bring her low,
And finally settle for acoustic strings.

The poetry bled from her pen,
Onto pages waiting to be read,
Words that wrote themselves,
And she watched in wonder,
As each quivering page after another,
Filled with the ink of her thoughts.

Her dear Muse paid her a visit,
Bringing songs from afar as gifts,
And taking a little of her soul,
In the form of penned thoughts,
And music strummed from her guitar,
As a gift to the world beyond.
 ***
Thank you, Sonam, for this melodious (oh yea!! that's how lovely it is) poem... we are truly honored!!


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Poetic Reflection Week 29 on Indie

Welcome to Meet The Poet Wednesday where we get to learn more about the talented poets and writers who contribute to the Jingle Poetry community. This week we get to meet Indie!





http://onegirlonepen.blogspot.com/




Please tell us a little about yourself

I am a woman of a certain age (wow, doesn't that sound mysterious). I am in my mid 50's and am a mother and grandmother and recently retired from a satisfying career as a nurse/midwife. I have an empty nest and am busy feathering it with bits of paper covered with random writings and story lines. In my years spent caring for women from all walks of life, I have been storing up a well of thoughts about what it means to be a woman. The observing is over, the time to record those thoughts is now here. Some random things that define me are that I love dark chocolate, wood smoke, afternoon naps, the smell of fresh cut hay, seeking out small villages to explore on road trips, photography, and people who don't take themselves too seriously. And a good book! Always always always a good book.

Tell me about your blog(s), about the name and what it means to you?

I named it "one girl, one pen". Simple and understated, I like that. I have read books that had great titles but the content wasn't that great. I didn't want a fancy title I wanted the writings to be worth the reading. To speak for themselves.

When did you start blogging?

I live on a sprawling farm and had started a blog that kept track of the comings and goings on the farm but I had thoughts I wanted to write that didn't fit that theme. There are little kids that read my farm blog, mainly to look at the pictures of cows and horses and chickens. It just didn't seem like the right format to explore things that were deep or sensual or sad in between posts about the chicken poop! So I gave these writings from my heart its on little corner on the Internet and that is how one girl, one pen came to be.

Your first poem, do you remember it?

No I don't. Sorry to be such a buzz kill but I have been scribbling things on napkins for ever and I cant honestly say one was "first" I used to arrive late to class in college because I was sitting in the parking lot writing poetry and short stories.

Is there a style of writing you prefer?

I love writers who write about deep elemental and primitive things with a light and ethereal voice. Its hard to do since those things are essentially on opposite ends of the spectrum I am so amazed by that ability.

Do you write only poetry?

I don't think of myself primarily as a poet. I think of myself as a writer. I have 3 story lines going which are supposed to be novels but they are languishing in word perfect unfinished. I do much better with short stories and when they are really short and begin to have a rhythmic flow - then they become poems.

Favorite poem you've written?

FIRE
There once was a girl who saw too much and ran far inside herself
And when she could run no more she stopped
and leaning against the wall of tiredness and defeat
she sank and huddled down
All was still
except somewhere deep inside was that little girl
Still looking
That kind of look that makes you stare at the screen when the movies over and the
screen has faded to black
The kind that makes you stretch your eyes wider to cross a room in a darkness like pitch
Even knowing that wont help you see
Into this infinite nothingness she stared as she curled against that wall waiting
In spite of the looking and waiting it still caught her unaware
when it came
this mind numbing joyous light
Gently surrounding her
changing her
It warmed her light dimmed soul
And she became it
this fire
Small and crackling
Soothing and warm
And then bigger
And irrepressible
Impossible to ignore
A long overdue conflagration
of thoughts and feelings and ideas
and love
And whether made uncomfortable by her heat or drawn
by its warmth
people gazed at her fire
~~

Inspirations! Where do you find them and what makes you comfortable writing?

Reading other peoples work inspires me a lot. To think, there are only 26 letters in the alphabet and to see how differently they are combined to express a full range of human emotion depending on the hands that are crafting them is amazing to me.

Favorite books? Authors?

Oh so many. Too many, like I said above it is a never ending fascination to see what a writer will do with the same basic letters. How about I just name oldest favorites and most current? Oldest would go back to my romantic tortured adolescence.....climbing up in a pear tree to read Jane Erye. I wanted to live inside stone walls and eat crusts of bread. Once I read about the Bronte sisters all busy writing away, I wanted to be Charlotte even more than her character Jane. Just so romantic and desperate to my 12 year old self perched in a tree imagining it all. Coming forward to the present time, I just finished "A Year by the Sea" by Joan Anderson. I love that she writes about the basics of finding yourself and rejection followed by redemption. As for poetry authors, it would have to be a tie between Mary Oliver and her exquisite take on the natural world, "tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? And E. E. Cummings reach for the stars,
"here is the deepest secret nobody knows
and is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart in my heart"

If you could live in a book, which one would that be?

Chocolat by Joanne Harris. I love the allure of Vianne, the strong single mother. A healer and an artist who used chocolate infused with mysterious herbs to shape peoples lives for the better. All done in a pair of killer red french heels of course! .

Being part of Jingle community, what are the benefits?

I feel honored to count myself a member of ..the Jingle community. To be reached out to so warmly and welcomed and challenged to become better in such a warm supportive environment is an incredible gift.

Any advice for people who would like to write poetry?

If you would like to write poetry that means that you can write it. You are capable of it. The universe does not allow for people to like something and then be incapable of creating it. With that in mind, what is holding you back? More than likely fear. The worst of all the four letter words. As to wether you can be good at it? That is all about the practicing. I am not good yet but I decided to ditch the fear and just put myself out there. I will continue to hone my skills through use and by learning from others. That sounds too simple a recipe but I believe that is how "good" writers are created.

Poem of the week

Hello all, its been a long time meeting you all at JP's Olive Garden.Hope my posting now doesn't alter anything at JP ;) .Well, for the theme  Boating, Water, Mountains, and Birthday Parties .


Words are everywhere and wonderful twining of selected words gives birth to poetry


Today the poem of the week is geezer girl's Radical. Geezer girl according to her profile is Hair dresser, artist, writer and a renaissance woman.Her poem is simple as BE WHAT YOU ARE way with carefully woven words.


RADICAL


The Path of radical has no bridge to the other side
All consuming cloister of absolutes trapped
within the admonition that this is the One Way
The island seems small and littered with text
Iconic debris leans on mounds and abstinence of
earthly favor lets the frost bite cloak the trembling prayer


Perhaps it is the limitation of the heart that betrays
that cloistered cluster of absolutes from entrance
Perhaps it is the limitation of the mind that closes
when the radical consumes the air around you and
you can not breath the freshness of possibility
or see beyond the idols set before you.


There is no place for the in between or the indifferent
Or the nay sayer or the prophets of many other ways
All of us cherishing some small mound of earth
In an ocean of rightness and wrongness littered
with text and icons and idols of every sorted sort
Speaking a truth that is blasphemes to another


The Way has many junctures, forks, challenges
Many islands, mountains, cathedrals, fairy circles
If you can think it, it will be placed before you glaring
And if there is no Way in or out or around or through
Maybe the radical thing is to just be right where you are
Sustained in the blessing that you perfect as you are



This is Umamaheswari Anandane from Inside My Poem Book and Perpetual Mind , one of the official in Gooseberry garden feels honored to be a part of this lovely community .

Cheers!

Lets encourage each other and grow together !

By Uma @ (http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/)