Posts Tagged ‘poetry/writing’

Poem: Meeting

September 25, 2009

 

clipart for Meeting

 

                       On the bridge, he sips her breath,

                       seals her back, is of her shape

 

                       what she is not. I am already that

                       which they abhor – my unintentioned

 

                       place in their sun, intrusive. If

                       those waters could keep their gaze,

 

                       I’d slip into shadow, retrace my

                       own false steps, turn up elsewhere –

 

                       though when I first began, this path

                       was mine. They notice me – and

 

                       part. Half a step beyond, I am

                       tempted by their love to try again.  

 

                                                                         © Diane Beaty

Shmoop

September 16, 2009

stacked books

 

Shmoop

is a site

that produces

study guides.

Dive into their

poetry section

for some

interesting

reads: #mce_temp_url#

Children’s Poem: Unicorn Rainbows

September 13, 2009

unicorn rainbow --

 

image source: #mce_temp_url#

 

 

Unicorn rainbows are the prettiest 
sights, the glowing fire-colors 
that show off their lights, throwing
out hope for the weak, and 
the weary, in a palace of splendor, 
in a place once thought dreary. Prisms 
of dreams that dance in the night 
are locked up, enclosed in the rainbow’s 
green light. Laughter and gaiety 
glow in the yellow, and burst forth,
like marshmallows bouncing 
on Jello. Castles and dragons blend
with the blue, the source of our strengths,
and weaknesses too. Renewal is found 
in the color of pink, whenever our lives
creep over the brink. Yes, unicorn 
 rainbows are magical stuff, and, of them, 
 we never can get quite enough!!!

 

                                         © Diane Beaty

Poetry Out Loud

September 11, 2009

Poetry Out Loud

 

 

 

 

Poetry Out Loud is a national program through National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) that encourages high school students to learn about great poetry as they memorize and perform notable poems in a series of competitions that begin in the classroom and will culminate with national championships in Washington, D.C. in April 2010.

For full details, click on the following link:

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To Friends & Guests

September 5, 2009

This time of year is busy for me, so there may be times when

I no longer post on a daily basis. I will try my best to add

new poetry, photography, submission info and art, but, on

those days when I don’t have time to post, feel free to chat 

among yourselves or dive into the already voluminous

archives of links and posts. Thanks.

Quote of the Day

September 1, 2009

waterfall2

 

For more than a century,

certain extraordinary

men and women have

worked in photography

with the unmistakable

authority of genius.

Each of them has

produced unforgettable

images, and not once

or twice, but again and

again, and often

throughout the change

and evolution of a lifetime. Each is like an eye which, once opened

on the universe, cannot be closed again. One after another, they

tell us of the curious, intense and vital experience of working in

photography, of its challenges, of the stages of growth it demands,

the sudden revelations it presents. From their testimony there

emerges a concept of photography as a medium that is very

different from the casual and rather stereotyped impressions

most of us have held till now.

 

Nancy Newhall

(1908 – 1974)

American Photography Critic

 

The following is a link to Nancy Newhall’s wiki page:

#mce_temp_url#

Dead Whatever

August 22, 2009

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                           We sift the streambed’s squishy

 

                           acres, absorbing what is

                           sometimes known, what’s guessed

 

                           at; what lingers in a long refrain;

                           what sings our story:

 

                           the sum of our remembered past;

                           notes of our futility; talk

 

                           in rich, reductive measures. What’s

                           not resisted pushes down. We

 

                           live as ably as we can, too many

                           cures are badly counted.

 

                           Worlds dismissed are restless tomes,

                           fumes we dance a lung across.    

 

                                                                           © Diane Beaty

 

 

Please note: Again, the poem is mine, and the photo used to accompany this post is a clipart photo. Unfortunately, I don’t have the photographer’s name.

Poem: Conveniences

August 22, 2009

clipart for conveniences

 

                            The future we may never have.

                            We save for it, and every detail

 

                            seems assured. Each day,

                            we borrow that, our dream, swirl

 

                            around its inner core; make

                            love to it; keep it in our

 

                            nightly bed. It lies across us

                            now like quilts of old –

 

                            beauty in its patchwork glory.

 

                                                     © Diane Beaty

 

 

Please note: The poem is mine, but the photo used to accompany this post is a clipart photo. Unfortunately, I don’t have the photographer’s name.

 

 

Poem: A Moment’s Clatter

August 22, 2009

clipart for A Moment's Clatter

 

                               Rainbow species’ spacious

                               life. Islands formed by

 

                               raucous nature. Tides below

                               the lifted land. Waters known

 

                               to captivate, revel in

                               all worldly color. Dolphins

 

                               of the brimming sea

                               direction is a reckoning.

 

                               Bent lines, straight lines,

                               longer flats are what

 

                               we wear to each year’s

                               prom. Who could match this

 

                               glistening, the way things

                               open down to nothing?

 

                                                        © Diane Beaty

 

 

Please note: The poem is mine, but the photo used to accompany this post is a clipart photo. Unfortunately, I don’t have the photographer’s name.

 

 

Poem: A Finger’s Stretch

August 22, 2009

clipart for A Finger's Stretch

 

                                   Fire dying in upon itself till

                                   all is ash or hearth —

 

                                   undone, we slip into the folds

                                   of dawn – move simply, gently

 

                                   ever on – and where a creviced

                                   rock will stand we lay

 

                                   ourselves upon the land like

                                   melted froth of winter’s snow;

 

                                   and gather to us what will

                                   grow, and gather up this raucous

 

                                   din to settle near and ever in –

                                   nature’s patterned slip towards

 

                                   death the one kept distance

                                   near us, yet we sit here green

 

                                   among the pines where trickles

                                   roar these twining vines.

 

                                                              © Diane Beaty 

 

Please note: The poem is mine, but the photo used to accompany this post is a clipart photo. Unfortunately, I don’t have the photographer’s name.