April – National Poetry Month

April – National Poetry Month

I love to showcase New Authors! Here is a wonderful poem from a lady in my writer’s group, Laurel Van Horn. When she read this piece to our group, I knew I needed to publish it on my blog in honor of National Poetry Month. Ah… April.

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April, Showers, Etc.

by Laurel Van Horn

 

Lion-like March gives way

to lamby April – which arrives in warming sun and showers –

its spontaneity intact.

And, what a fertile subject it has proved for poets –

 

Like a gloomy-doomy T.S. Eliot pondering a cruel, conflicted April

with its lilacs and rain and messing about

with our “memories and desires”;

 

Like a gregarious Chaucer setting off with a motley gaggle of Canterbury pilgrims

a Medieval reality show in the making –

once April’s sweet showers have made a muck of March’s dryness;

 

Like a paternalistic Sir William Watson claiming that

April’s tears are those of a frivolous young girl,

just as its laughter is;

 

Or, like a quirky, outside-the-box e.e. cummings teasing us about

a slutty, wet-legged April in a mud-splattered skirt;

whereas, a courtly John Masefield, bowing to a gracious and elegant April,

calls her “Lady April” and doffs his hat as well.

 

And, what of me, the humblest of poets?

 

I say that April is all the things that any poet has ever said about her and more,

but that Shakespeare, of course, might have said it best –

that April “hath put a spirit of youth in everything.”

 

(Laurel Van Horn is a former teacher, having taught English for twenty-three years at Rappahannock County High School. She retired in 2010 and just recently began writing again after having joined the Windmore Foundation’s writing group, Pen to Paper, and being inspired by all the terrific writers she has met. Culpeper has been her home for over 33 years and continues to be a wonderful place to live.)

Poetry – In Hard Times

I normally wait to post my poetry in April for National Poetry Month. But I find that when things take a downturn in my life my words come in poems to express my sorrows.

In February one of my Shetland Sheepdogs died. Her name was Truly. Even now I tear up when I face her absence. She was a wonderful companion and the following poetry came about because of her loss.

Truly

Time

Time

slips away

like sand through my fingers

until suddenly

gone

 

Passing On

Warm arms lift

Holding you cradled to a

Heartbeat of love.

Angel wings unfurl

You are flying

Away from Earth

Into another step of your journey

And a new beginning.

 

Truly (dogs)

They come to you with licks

of love for your hands and face.

Embrace their unconditional love now

as their joy washes over you.

For time is fleeting and one day

they’ll be gone and you will miss

those tail wags and sloppy kisses.

 

April is National Poetry Month

IMAG1002-20150411-162655926B  April is National Poetry Month

At the Local Authors Fair at Cascades Library, Stirling VA. I met a charming, witty man by the name of Leonard Greenberg. He has written three books and I bought one. His “A Lifetime of Songs” is wonderful as you read through the lyrics he’s written throughout his life. He very nicely gave me permission to share some of his song lyrics with you.

I thought that April would be a wonderful time to share his fabulous rhymes. I hope you enjoy his work as much as I do. For more information on his books, follow the link above.

The Rest of My Life

The rest of my life

Whenever you need me,

I’ll bring you comfort and fun.

The rest of my life

I’ll go where you lead me,

Two hearts are better than one.

            Gone are the wiles of my childhood

            We’ll start a life.

            Husband and wife!

The joy you’ve supplied,

Your warmth and your laughter

Are like the rays of the sun.

With you by my side

To share ever after,

You’ll be my treasure,

My infinite pleasure,

The best of the rest of my life.

(Copyright 1998 Leonard Greenberg)

Nature Washes Me – A Poem

2010 trip to glacier, yellowstone, crazy horse 099 Nature Washes Me

 by Caryn Moya Block

 

The geese honk at the quacking ducks causing a ruckus down by the river.

Up on the mountain the air whispers a welcome as a woodpecker knocks and a raven caws.

The song birds beg for seeds while the deer walk by and nibble on the grass.

I am so thankful to be here, surrounded and held by nature as she washes me clean, and refills my reservoir of creativity.

Pastel Colors – A Poem

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Pastel Colors

By Caryn Moya Block

 

I like to see the world in pastel colors

Soft and light, they envelope me in a feeling of safety.

Never is there a harsh word or blaring crisis

Only a gentle breeze and soft whispers of delight.

Here is a sanctuary filled with birdsong and pastries

A place to dance with sprites and sing to the moon.

April National Poetry Month – Poem “Words”

Written Word April is National Poetry Month

So I will share some of the poetry I write when I’m not writing paranormal romance.

Here is my first attempt this month: “Words” by Caryn Moya Block

Words,

Expressions from the heart that flow down my arms and drip onto the page,

Like Water Torture they go on and on.

 

The members of my writing group think I should put this on a T-shirt. What do you think?

 

The Rain – A Poem

The Rain

By Caryn Moya Block

The rain falls so hard it bounces up when it hits the ground.

The sound of pounding, like a chorus of drums in my head.

Waiting for it to end, I close my eyes and hope sleep will let me escape.

Into a dream of sunshine and light, where my spirit will lift again.

Heavy Downpour — Image by © Anthony Redpath/Corbis

Heavy Downpour