April 24, 2017

Ekphrastic Mondays, 2017--#4

This is the fourth and final Monday during National Poetry Month. This year I've been writing poems inspired by the paintings of Nicolas Tarkhoff. Today's painting is "Landscape with Fields under the Sun" (circa 1907).

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

Cher M. Critique

Why do you say the colors
in my work are unnatural?

Where do you think my
paints come from?

Flowers, minerals, vinegar,
insects, eggshells, vulgar
bodily wastes, oils--all have
been found in artists' palettes.

I have merely added my
thoughts, emotions, and,
dreams to the mix.
What is unnatural in that?

Gros bisous,
Nic


A few words about the poem. I don't speak French, however, I do know that the closing to the letter, "gros bisous," is something used in a closing to a casual email--sort of like signing "hugs & kisses." Tarkhoff would never have closed a letter in such a way. However, I do think he was sassy enough to have done so! A not-so-subtle "eff-you" to the critics.

He signed his work "Nic. Tarkhoff," an abbreviation of Nicolas, and so I had him signing "Nic." I don't know if Nic was also his preferred nickname amongst family and friends.

I did a little online research on what was used to pigment paints back before large companies mass-produced them through the magic of chemistry. Way, way, back, urine was used to achieve certain yellows! Other, rather off-putting, ingredients were used in producing colors. Not that I think Tarkhoff's paints were produced with all these ingredients, but, circa 1907, who knows? (Research for another time? Unless you know and would like to tell me in the comments.)

I hope you've enjoyed the four ekphrastic poems this month. If ekphrasis appeals to you, you really should check out Irene Latham's monumental ekphrastic, poem-a-day project ARTSPEAK!: Portraits.

April 23, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

all the dogs
with noses in the air
first spring day

April 20, 2017

Poetry Friday--Saint George

The feast of Saint George is celebrated on April 23, this coming Sunday. (April 23, 303 is the reported date of his death.) Saint George, is the patron saint of England, Portugal, Romania, and several other countries, and the story of his slaying the dragon has been told and retold over the centuries. Saint George and the Dragon: A Golden Legend adapted by Margaret Hodges from Edmund Spenser's Faerie Queene and illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman, is a modern children's classic. It was awarded the Caldecott Medal in 1985.

My poem for today references the sainted man, but is not directly related to his story. It was really written as a woodcut project poem.

So as not to distract you by the vocabulary, let me explain that borborymus is a stomach/intestinal noise (plural = borborygmi). A great word, isn't it? (I believe I originally was introduced to it by Janet B.)

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:
Dragons

A baleful growl at the edge
your consciousness? Or,
simply the borborygmus
of your also-dozing cat?

The air warm, rising,
quivering, with the energy
of a dragon's breath?
Or a fever of your brow?

A swamp crawling with
reptilian creatures hideous
and noisome? Or officious
expressions of power?

We are all of us St. George
daily faced with the task
of curing the imagined and
slaying the borborygmi.

Learn more about Saint George in this book published 110 years ago; click here.

I wrote another Saint George poem two years ago, see it here.

The lovely Tabatha is hosting the Round-Up at The Opposite of Indifference.

April 18, 2017

Haiku Sticky #405

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

first hot day
again having to google
that rain smell


By the way, the term is petrichor. Every year I have to look it up.

April 17, 2017

Ekphrastic Mondays, 2017--#3

Today's painting by Nicolas Tarkhoff is "Cat with Child" (1908).

Cats and children are two of Tarkhoff's favored subjects. I find this painting lends itself to cherita from two points of view.


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

cleansing

it is a ritual executed
several times a day

lick paw, pass over ears
lick paw, pass over face
lick paw--damn! start again...



black kitty

Mama says, “leave
the kitty alone.”

pretty kitty!
I love you! let me pet
your...ouch! Mama!

April 16, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!

Not really an Easter poem, I just happened to have written it on Easter back in 2010. The color is a bit intense, don't you think?


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

ON EASTER DAY

I found you, Ladybug,
floating dead in the dishwater
your elytra spread open,
your wings water-laden.
It pained me to fish
you out and throw
your remains in the trash.
You were the little
ladybug who had survived
the winter and resurrected
my thoughts of spring
days before anything green.

April 14, 2017

Poetry Friday--Got a Book Group?

I belonged to a library book discussion group a decade or so ago, and for the last ten years I've been on a committee that reads recently published books for adults for possible inclusion in book discussion kits in New Hampshire. (If you're interested in our work, click here.)

A short article online titled, "How To Host A Poetry Book Club, Because It's Time To Make This A Part Of Your Reading," got me thinking about how, with over 170 kits, and hundreds more books read for consideration, we've never read a book of poetry, nor a novel in verse. How is that so?

There are a number of reasons, but the most obvious one is adults are afraid of poetry. The blame, of course, can be placed squarely on high school English classes and the study of poems where the only concern is "analyzing" the poem for meaning and themes. Mention the word "metaphor" and adults wince.

Another reason is that discussion group participants tend to prefer fiction. Despite the plethora of novels in verse for children and young adults, there aren't a whole lot being published for adult audiences. One, from the 1990s is Cora Fry's Pillow Book, which was written by Rosellen Brown, a writer best known as a novelist. I remember reading it and not being bothered at all by its format--poems. It was just like reading a novel.

Another book, this one from the last decade, is Sharp Teeth by Toby Barlow. This title has two, too many strikes against it to be embraced by book discussion groups: 1. it's written in poems, and 2. it doesn't have average-book-group appeal. Here's a description from the book's publisher:

An ancient race of lycanthropes has survived to the present day, and its numbers are growing as the initiated convince L.A.'s down and out to join their pack. Paying no heed to moons, full or otherwise, they change from human to canine at will--and they're bent on domination at any cost. Caught in the middle are Anthony, a kind-hearted, besotted dogcatcher, and the girl he loves, a female werewolf who has abandoned her pack. Anthony has no idea that she's more than she seems, and she wants to keep it that way. But her efforts to protect her secret lead to murderous results.
Yikes! This would be an impossible sell to a book group that loved Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society! For some groups, the slightly quirky Where'd You Go, Bernadette is too out-there!

So, I'd like to know if you've read any recently published (2016 or newer), highly discussable, verse novels written for adults? If so, please write the titles in the comments. Many thanks!

Check out the Round-Up being held at Dori Reads--you'll be glad you did!

April 11, 2017

Haiku Sticky #404


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

forsythia
their coming delayed
...the crocus gone by

April 10, 2017

Ekphrastic Mondays, 2017--#2


Last week's poem was inspired by a painting that showed none of the details of Nicolas Tarkhoff's works that originally attracted me to him--cats, his family, and the delightful feeling of being at home. Today's picture displays all of it!

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. "Madame Tarkhoff, Her Daughter, Pumpkin and Two Cats" by Nicolas Trakhoff, courtesy The Athenaeum.

Text:

My Studio

Maybe it isn't recommended
that one make art at home,
but, what more is needed
than the ever-present chaos
of wife and child, cat, kitten,
beetroot, mangelwurzel,
and pumpkin to inspire?

Color, texture, line, shape,
form, value, and space.
Is it not all here? These
elements, long taught in
academies, are here--
here, where I breathe them.
Where I eat and sleep them.

With the addition of love,
how can I not make art?


More works of the artist:

April 9, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!

Feeling more comfortable writing cherita. This one was easy to illustrate.


Click on the image to enlarge. © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

between projects

a lazy cat uninterested
in me

me uninterested
in an over-ripe cantalope
waiting to be cut

April 7, 2017

Poetry Friday--Try Something New

Photo courtesy DCPL Commons.

I recently came upon mention of someone writing cherita. I had never heard of a cherita and so, I went looking to learn more. (Cherita is pronounced CHAIR-rita, it is both singular and plural, and, it put me in mind of cherries, thus the photo.)

It turns out that a cherita is an unrhymed, untitled, poem that tells a story in 3 verses. Verse 1 is one line, verse 2 is two lines, verse 3 is three lines. Click here for more on the form and examples. The best way to learn about any form is to read examples.

I figured I'd give the cherita a try. I realize I will have to do a lot more reading before I feel confident I've got it right, but this is a start:

first spring day

with the window open
the sound of helicopters

her keyboard clicks
in counterpoint
...searching



project winds down

three days for review
then off it goes

not nearly enough
carbs in the cupboard
to see me through



face still flushed

a resumé book disappears
from the library

she earns 79 cents
to HIS dollar--
they share an office

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Has anyone else tried writing cherita? How did it go?

Irene at Live Your Poem is our Round-Up hostess this week!

April 5, 2017

NPM 2017 Progressive Poem


This is the place for day five of the NPM 2017 Progressive Poem. We're off to a great start with these four lines: (Supplied by Heidi, Tabatha, Dori, and Michelle.)

I'm fidget, friction, ragged edges—
I sprout stories that frazzle-dazzle,
stories of castles, of fires that crackle,
with dragonwords that smoke and sizzle.

But edges, sometimes, need sandpaper...

We all have permission to take a breath. Sometimes there's too much frazzle in the dazzle. Kat's up next. Will she sizzle or will she dawdle? No matter which way she takes the poem, it's sure to be fun! Twenty-five days from now we may have gone to infinity and beyond, and back again.

Here's who our peripatetic poem will be visiting during the month of April:

1 Heidi at my juicy little universe
2 Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference
3 Doraine at Dori Reads
4 Michelle at Today's Little Ditty
5 Diane at Random Noodling HERE!
6 Kat at Kat's Whiskers
7 Irene at Live Your Poem
8 Mary Lee at A Year of Reading
9 Linda at TeacherDance
10 Penny at blog-a- penny-and- her-jots
11 Ramona at Pleasures from the Page
12 Janet F. at Live Your Poem
13 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
14 Jan at Bookseedstudio
15 Brenda at Friendly Fairy Tales
16 Joy at Poetry for Kids Joy
17 Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect
18 Buffy at Buffy's Blog
19 Pat at Writer on a Horse
20 BJ at Blue Window
21 Donna at Mainely Write
22 Jone at Jone Rush MacCulloch
23 Ruth at There's No Such Thing as a Godforsaken Town
24 Amy at The Poem Farm
25 Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge
26 Renee at No Water River
27 Matt at Radio, Rhythm and Rhyme
28 Michelle at Michelle Kogan
29 Charles at Poetry Time
30 Laura Purdie Salas at Writing the World for Kids

April 4, 2017

Haiku Sticky #403

My boots got a lot of use this year. I hope the April 1 snow storm will be the last.

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

April 3, 2017

Ekphrastic Mondays, 2017--#1


Today is the first of four National Poetry Month ekphrastic poems inspired by the art of Nicolas Tarkhoff (1871-1930). Tarkhoff was a Russian artist who spent the second half of his life in France. Surprisingly I didn't find an entry for Tarkhoff in the English language version of Wikipedia. I found a bit at the Association Les Amis de Nicolas Tarkhoff. But, I have resorted to using my poetic license and have imagined a life for the painter based on his art.

I first discovered his work when doing a search on The Athenaeum website looking for pictures of cats. I found that Tarkhoff painted many pictures of his wife and children, cats, and pumpkins. Of the 128 of his works on The Athenaeum site, very few are dark in feeling. His love of family is clearing evident and the fact that he obviously liked cats makes him an artist worth exploring! The pumpkins were a unexpected surprise. (Find a haiku sequence I wrote based on his 1909 painting "Cats by the Window," here.)

Today's picture doesn't include his family, cats, or pumpkins, but is a tribute to one of the features of his adopted city, Paris. I found two pictures on The Athenaeum site. I don't know if one is simply a mistakenly labeled duplicate or if one is an actual physical copy of a previous painting. In any case the one I used is labeled "Chimera of the Notre Dame" (1902). The other is labeled "Gargoyle of Notre-Dame" (1901, also known as Gargoyle of Notre-Dame Portruding [sic] above the Seine). Both are listed as being held by the Musée du Petit Palais, Geneva, which doesn't seem to have a website!

I imagine Tarkoff may have sold his Paris paintings to tourists. I also imagine climbing to the roof of Notre Dame, with art supplies, if only a pencil and sketch pad, would not have been undertaken lightly! (That's probably projecting since I have a healthy fear of heights.) I'm sure Tarkhoff would have preferred painting pictures to please himself, but a man in those days had to make a living for himself and his family.

Click on the image to enlarge. © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. The background photograph circa 1890-1900.

Text:

Gargoyles and Chimeras

We are the fantastic
monsters and men
who are relegated
to role of protector.

Not by choice do we
climb to the heights.
Not by choice do we
swallow our fears.

Our inner fortitude
is only as strong as
our God-given talent,
but love sustains us.

The photo of Notre Dame doesn't give the kind of perilous view I think a gargoyle painter would have been faced with. This one below, circa 1860, gives a view closer to one I imagine.

Photo by Charles Marville. (One of my all-time favorite photographs, by the way.)

The following video gives an idea of the range of Tarkhoff's work. I'll post part 2 next Monday.

March 30, 2017

Poetry Friday--TLD Challenge: Odes

I'm sure you're all aware of Michelle Barnes' Today's Little Ditty challenges. This month the challenge was provided by Helen Frost.
Choose an object (a seashell, a hairbrush, a bird nest, a rolling pin). It should not be anything symbolic (such as a doll, a wedding ring, or a flag). Write five lines about the object, using a different sense in each line (sight, sound, touch, taste, smell). Then ask the object a question, listen for its answer, and write the question, the answer, or both.

Participants post their poems to a Padlet. Michelle features some of the entries throughout the month (she featured mine on March 23), and then does a wrap-up at the end of the month, which just so happens to be today!

Since I force hyacinth bulbs every winter, and I hadn't posted a new hyacinth poem yet in 2017 (I posted a poem in November in anticipation of forcing bulbs, click here), I decided to write an ode to a hyacinth glass. Once I had it written, I added it to the March Padlet and then I illustrated it to use today. I'm not sure I directly used all the senses, but there are enough hints throughout. The question is unasked, but the answer is obvious!


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

Ode to a Hyacinth Glass

Once crystalline now coated
with the grime of rotted sheaths
and root hairs shed, your new bulb's
nascent roots tickle the water
silently absorbing all it needs
to flower. Jewel tones and heady
fragrance, winter consolation.

I have a second ode, which is more of an advertisement for citrus growers than a poem!


Text:

Ode to a Clementine

Oh, my darlin' thin-skinned citrus!
You fit nicely in anyone's hand.
The rip of your skin, clean. A fragrant
promise of tangy sweetness within each
netted segment, released in a touch.
One is hardly enough, so bring them on!
Love that vitamin C & natural sugar energy.

Amy at The Poem Farm is playing Round-Up host this week, so be sure to stop by!

April is practically upon us, and that means it'll be National Poetry Month. This year I'm going to continue the series of NPM poems I call "Ekphrastic Mondays." Each year during the month of April, I have an ekphrastic (art inspired by art) poem. This is the fifth year. If you're interested in what I've done in the past, click on the label on the right. Last year I featured Childe Hassam's work, and this year I'll be writing poems about Nicolas Tarkhoff's paintings. Tarkhoff and Hassam worked at approximately the same time, and both were impressionist painters. Come back on April 3 for the first Ekphrastic Monday.

March 28, 2017

March 26, 2017

March 24, 2017

Poetry Friday--Irish Horses

My writer friend, Janet, moved to Ireland several years ago. She shares photos of her adopted home on Facebook, many of which have horses as their subject. I have, with her permission, made several into haiga for Happy Haiga Day! posts.

The first three are different interpretations of the same photo.


Text:

curiousity
of horses used to living
amongst fairyfolk


Text:

bats overhead...
the realization you've
missed dinner


Text:

distant thunder
more than enough time
to say goodbye


Text:

Cooloorta fields...
we take each other's measure
nose to nose


Text:

Gortlecka crossroads...
this morning redolent
with rascality

The last one is a favorite of mine. The photo tickles me every time I see it!

Visit Catherine at Reading to the Core for this week's Round-Up.



March 21, 2017

March 19, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Image courtesy USDA National Agricultural Library.

Text:

winter garden...
he works diligently
to relax


March 16, 2017

Poetry Friday--Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy St. Patrick's Day! I'm wearin' the green, are you?

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

the fog lifts...
yet figments and fancies
linger

Have a great St. Patrick's Day and include a visit to Life on the Deckle Edge, where Robyn is holding today's Round-Up.

March 14, 2017

Haiku Sticky #400

This is the 400th haiku sticky! Holy cows!


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

March 12, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!

Friday was an interesting day weather-wise. We had snow, but the sun made a mighty effort to poke its way through.


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

March squall...
intimations of spring
cannot be eclipsed

March 10, 2017

Poetry Friday--Woodcut Project

This week I've been working on some woodcut project poems. A little bit of this, a little bit of that. Here are two. The first is not quite successful visually, but I like the poem.


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

her schedule filled
she always manages
a daydream


This next one actually depresses the hell out of me. In the background I have forest facts from Save America's Forests. But all aspects of the environment are in danger. Enough said.


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

when greed
has overcome need
how to survive
if our only pathway
ends in annihilation


Look for a brighter batch of poems at the Poetry Friday Round-Up being held at Today's Little Ditty.

March 7, 2017

Haiku Sticky #399

I completely forgot last week's Haiku Sticky! For today I have a tanka instead of a haiku--a few extra words to make up for last week's deficit.


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

March 5, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!

Playing with image and text and effects--it's always a process of discovery!


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

late winter walk
the amity of their dogs
infectious

March 3, 2017

Poetry Friday--Someone's Having a Birthday Soon!

A photo of Billy Collins and Rita Dove that I took back in October 2010 at the Dodge Festival. I was too far away to get a clearer shot.

Later this month, on the 22nd, poet Billy Collins will be celebrating his 76th birthday. Bloggers are celebrating a little early by posting poems by Bill Collins, today. The one I'm sharing is a recent discovery that I love for its whimsy and for the unasked question with which it leaves the reader.
The Flying Notebook

With its spiraling metal body
and white pages for wings,
my notebook flies over my bed while I sleep--

a bird full of quotations and tiny images
who loves the night’s dark rooms,
glad now to be free of my scrutiny and my pen point.

Tomorrow, it will go with me
into the streets where I may stop to look
at my reflection in a store window,

and later I may break a piece of bread
at a corner table in a restaurant
then scribble something down.

But tonight it flies around me in circles
sailing through a column of moonlight,
then beating its paper wings even more,

once swooping so low
as to ripple the surface of a lake
in a dream in which I happen to be drowning.

From The Trouble With Poetry and Other Poems, (Random House, 2005).
Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe is hosting the Poetry Friday Round-Up. I can guarantee there will be more Billy Collins poems!

February 26, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

immigrant city...
signs of a continuum
ever present

February 23, 2017

Poetry Friday--"We Sing"

I've been participating in Laura Shovan's annual February poem-a-day challenge. This is year five and we're writing from recent news articles selected by participants. Ten words are selected from each article. Ideally, they all should be used in the poem.

Being as 2017 has been a difficult year, news-wise, I try to move my poems away from the current political scene. (It's a survival thing.)

The ten words from this past Sunday were:

oath
soulful
ceremony
allegiance
photogenic
symbolically
hopes
climactic
anthem
victory

The words came from a photo-essay published by CNN; see it here.

I managed to work nine into my poem. I was pleased with the results and the fact that it had illustration possibilities.


Click on the image to enlarge. © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

The Poetry Friday Round-Up is being hosted by Karen Edmisten*.

Text:

We Sing

Songs of a spring robin,
the songs of a whale,
or a wolf or a mouse.
Nature sings in warning.
ceremony, allegiance,
seduction, or pure joy.

We, too, sing our way
through life. Our songs
reflecting our history.
The victory ditties of the 40s.
The soulful tunes of the 60s.
The 90's teen anthems.

Symbolic of the climactic
finish to intense drama or
uncertainty; the hopes of each
generation. A noble oath to
the future. We sing! We sing!
We resoundingly sing!


February 21, 2017

February 19, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

the duality
of our friendship
February sun

February 16, 2017

Poetry Friday--"The New Peppermint Bay"

This has been a busy, busy week, and one of the notable things about this week is that the Cybils Award Winners were announced on Tuesday. Poetry Friday regular, Laura Shovan, won the 2016 Cybils Award for poetry for her debut novel-in-verse, The Last Fifth Grade of Emerson Elementary. Congratulations, Laura! Congratulations to all the winners and finalists.

I thought I'd look back to what I was doing writing-wise in February a few years back. In 2014, I took part in Tabatha Yeatts' "Directory of Imaginary Poems" project.
The New Peppermint Bay

Come sail your good ship to the all
new Peppermint Bay Hotel and Resort.
Peppermint Bay is proud to have been
named Lush Magazine's "Ultimate
Vacation Destination" for the year 2014.
No lollipops, bon-bons, or lemonade here!
Exotic native-dressed waitstaff will serve you
locally distilled mango, banana, fig, coconut,
or, our signature Peppermint Bay schnapps.
And for those who "harbor" fond memories
of the original Peppermint Bay, we also carry
devil's food cake and caramel flavors, too!
After dancing the night away to the music
of Cracker Jack's Steel Drum Band enjoy
a relaxing dip in an all natural bay water
pool, then hop into our boat-shaped beds
...and dream away!

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

This poem wasn't the one I submitted to Tabatha for the Directory, that one you'll find here.

Peppermint Bay was originally featured in this song sung by Shirley Temple:



Be sure to stop by Michelle H. Barnes' Today Little Ditty where it's my turn as a guest blogger. And you should definitely stop by Check It Out where Jone is hosting this week's Round-Up.

February 14, 2017

February 12, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!

For Valentine's Day, a tanka. Asters symbolize love.


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

in the garden or
among a graveyard's stones
asters
overwinter, germinate
unfalteringly present

This is also part of my woodcut project. Here's the original, from a chapbook of riddles:


Don't you love the title: A Whetstone for Dull Wits?


February 9, 2017

Poetry Friday--"Advice for the Modern Woman in February"

Valentine's Day will be here on Tuesday. I wanted to write a holiday poem, continue with my woodcut print series, and, I was feeling a little snarky. This is the result:


Click on the image to enlarge. © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Source of the woodcut illustration.

Text:

Advice for the Modern Woman
in February

If there's snow don't look for love,
for arrows won't fly true.

Wait for hyacinths to bloom
with all their sweet perfume.

Gently bend to take a whiff.
Present Eros with a target.

One that is too broad to miss
by a flying little god-let.

If, perchance, he misses the mark,
love wasn't meant to be.

Sue the god for incompetence,
then earn your Ph.D.


I've been forcing hyacinth bulbs indoors. So far, two have bloomed and two more are shooting up nicely. (I've posted about hyacinths many times in the past, look for the label on the right.) I suppose if the modern woman leans over a bulb being forced on the windowsill, Cupid could take aim. Still, it's nicer to be in love, outdoors, in the spring.

Katie at The Logonauts will be hosting the Round-Up this week. See you there!

February 7, 2017

February 5, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!


&3169; Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Click here for the source of the illustration.

Text:

feet up
the lure of a tale
this winter day

February 2, 2017

Poetry Friday--Postcard Exchange

When the annual New Year's postcard exchange for haiku poets never came together in late 2016, Jone MacCulloch took a chance and suggested a poetry postcard exchange for Poetry Friday participants. She set up groups and gave the participants the entire month in which to send out card. For me, that meant every day in January held the prospect of bringing a ray of sunshine! (Believe me, between the actual winter and the "winter of our discontent," which began on January 20, I really needed the sunshine!) I want to thank everyone who took the time to share their artistic and poetic talents with me in the P.F. postcard exchange: Joy Acey, Linda Baie, Ramona Behnke, Robyn Hood Black, Mary Lee Hahn, Brenda Harsham, Penny Klostermann, Bridget Magee, Jone MacCulloch, Linda Mitchell, Margaret Simon, Donna Smith, Kim Urband, Sylvia Vardell, Carol Varsalona, Tabatha Yeatts (If I have missed anyone, please forgive me!)


I discovered that some haiku poets still had the list of names from prior exchanges and sent out postcards (thank you Gillena Cox, Ane Drobot, and Mary Stevens). They came from NY, Trinidad & Tobago, and Romania! And, I've been taking part in a Spark postcard exchange organized by Amy Souza! Those of us in the Spark exchange had the month of January to create an art postcard, and they should be arriving any day now.

Am I lucky or what?

The following are the postcards I created for the Spark group. Since January is National Hot Tea Month, I decided to use a tea theme for my postcards and wrote haiku that I added to digitally created images:





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Penny is hosting the Poetry Friday Round-Up at A Penny and Her Jots. She's waiting for you...