Howdy, Campers and happy Poetry Friday! (the PF host link is below)
The topic this round, which Esther suggested in late June, was Writing (Or Teaching)-Related Activities We’re Getting Back To As Things Open Again.
So far, four TeachingAuthors have created terrific posts on this topic, and already the sands have shifted.Esther's (July 16th) is euphoric (including an empty frame in which she expected to post of photo of Carmela, Esther and me at a Chicago restaurant), Zeena's (July 23rd) is about her new committment as a teacher of 4- and 5-year-olds (it includes a video of Zeena book talking picture books); Bobbi's (July 30th) is hope-filled--with a terrific resources list!), Mary Ann's (August 6th) is wonderfully written as always. But hope?...not so much.
And me? I'm grumpy today.
The last few months in our house have been overshadowed by STUFF. Towards the end of April, zombies from the apocalyspe stopped by to chomp on my foot. (The medical diagnosis was staph infection, but I know it was zombies.)
Which meant I couldn't hike. Or run. Or walk. Or go to a wedding in Chicago and have lunch in person with Esther and Carmela. My pup Eli was also casuality: he couldn't hike or run or walk without me.
Our muscles melted.
After umpteen weeks of varying antibiotics, my doctors found one that worked and I got better...
...just in time to drive my very sick husband to the ER. He was admitted to the hospital; it was scary. Now he's home. We're lucky. He'll be okay.
Whew.
Okay, I just thought of something that's hopeful: Like so many wonderful writers in the Poetry Friday community, I never stop writing a poem a day. (Yesterday ~ even on a very grumpy day ~ I wrote my 4,141st poem in a row)
And so I offer you five pandemic poems and the inspiration behind each, for your entertainment:
1. March 27, 2020
TEXTING IN THESE STRANGE TIMES ~ a found poem
by April Halprin Wayland
APRIL:
Hey,
Tom! Are you up for a walk tomorrow?
If I met you at your house
and we drove separately
and stayed six feet apart?
And how about a third person,
Joyce? Would that be too much?
(I would ask her to drive
separately
and meet us at your house also.)
TOM:
Okay strange times.
Put this exchange in a time capsule.
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Inspiration: This is a word for word text conversation with my friend Tom. We ultimately didn't walk...times had changed by the time Tom read my text. (At least an hour had
gone by.)
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2. April 4, 2020
LOVING MAMA-MADE MASK ~ a semi-found poem
by April Halprin Wayland
Waves of
hand marbled fabric:
three layers, mostly cotton—
reusable, washable,
to brighten your day.
Line dry.
The scare will pass.
And we'll all have masks.
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Inspiration: My friend Tom in the first poem has a wife named JoAnn who mailed us two beautiful masks with a note. I gleaned
it for words around which to form a poem. I did add words, though, so
technically it's not a Found Poem.
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3. May 9, 2020
ZOOM ~ in four words
by April Halprin Wayland
Drapes drawn
pearls on
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Inspiration: When I started Zooming, the only place in our house
with appropriate lighting was a tiny corner of my office in front of a
bookshelf, with the drapes drawn, a floor lamp on one side and the overhead
light on. Also, of course pearls!
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4. May 21, 2020
POEM-MAKING
(previously published in this post, its title is from the book of the same name by Myra Cohn Livingston)
by April Halprin Wayland
It's a kind of art—
lit by air
and light. Kept in a vault,
it can only chase it's own tail.
So blow on it, gently—this is vital.
It's yours; invent your own ritual.
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Inspiration:
That day I wanted to write an In One Word Poem. I choose a word that had become tiresome: VIRTUAL.
Below are the 18 words I decided to play with from the 65 words offered by Wordmaker. I used the six of these: it, lit, air, art, rut, rail, tail, liar, vial, vail, rival, trial, vault, viral, vital, trail, ultra, ritual
One of the wonders of this form is that I can take a word
that makes me sick and come up with a poem that's kind. Or glowing.
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5. July 19, 2021
TIP
by April Halprin Wayland
Hey, little girl,
let the day unfurl
like a light-weight blanket.
At the close of day,
be sure
and thank it.
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Inspiration: I believe I heard the words "let the day unfurl" in a morning meditation on Insight Timer
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poems © 2021 April Halprin Wayland. All rights reserved
So.
I've inadvertently ended on a note of hope. Oh, well. I tried to stay grumpy. You've gotta give me points for that.
One more thing: if you know anyone who's interested in taking my 10-week course, Picture Book 1 through the UCLA Extension Writers' Program, please tell them to sign up now...this class is limited to 15 students.
Thank you for stopping by today, Campers!
Many thanks to Christie for hosting this week's PF
at Wondering and Wandering









