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.)

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

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 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?

 

Spring – A Poem

Gardens 2013The month of April is almost gone. I hope you’ve enjoyed the poems I’ve shared for National Poetry Month.

Spring

Winter is tucked into bed, awaiting autumn’s call.

While Spring dances to and fro,

encouraging buds to bloom and sap to run,

birds to sing and creeks to burble.

Spring dances until Summer comes to take the lead,

and then she too is tucked in bed.

Stuck in Stone – A Poem

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“Stuck In Stone”

By Caryn Moya Block

For decades did we stand

My brother and I

Upon the site of our eternal rest.

Stuck in stone

All alone

Unable to go home.

Day turned into night

Night turned into day

Until even our names were forgotten.

Then one bright morning the children came playing

Dancing and screeching, running and laughing

Hope was awakened at last.

Then with a push and a shove

A wobble and turn, the statues fell

Broken….Open.

The children screamed and ran

Fearing their mother’s tongue

Except one little girl.

With a silent smile she watched

As we burst from our tomb

and into our father’s embrace.

With a wave and a laugh

She skipped down the path

As we turned to the light.

Finally free to move on

Our waiting long

Into the beyond.

After the Climb – A Poem

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After the Climb, A Poem, By Caryn Moya Block

You stand on the edge

wondering if you will fall.

If the dirt beneath your feet

will drop away.

You’ve climbed the path

and you can almost reach the stars.

Then you find the trail

is not as stable as you thought.

You look out at the valley below

the beauty spread before you.

And wonder if you will fly?