Monday, February 29, 2016

It is common knowledge that people learn more about things that arouse a kind of passion in them. People whose occupation is a calling are more content with their lives. An elementary school teacher with no passion for children and for helping them learn is not likely to be a good teacher. You want your doctor and nurse to have compassion and a passion for helping you heal. People with a passion for reading and learning keep expanding their minds and imaginations. The February Poetry Challenge was to write a poem reflecting something for which you have a passion.

All the poems submitted were interesting. I wasn’t surprised that some people have a passion for dogs, cats or other kinds of animals; for music or dance; for travel or specifically for vacationing in Florida; etc. One poem featured a collection of items that had belonged to the poet’s mother. Even if you didn’t enter this month, you might want to reread the prompt and write your own poem about something for which you have a passion.

The first winning poem is by Texas poet Varsha Saraiya-Shah.

Impassioned about Light


All that is light & for light
& made of light I see as music––

What I do, how I love, where I go each day
looking, looking

for my lookalikes as they may be hiding
in the partial blues, rueful clouds, playful rain,

faithful sun and some nights the moon acting deranged
in the dappled roses, the gardenia later merged

in the deep darkness of midnight dreams,
dear friend, dear lover, dear nobody

as they emerge or disappear one by one
from light, the dread of what seems real, then unreal

gone into the depth of my body, my earth
where I stand planted in front of a bathroom mirror, in dawn’s light

brushing teeth, their white light a mighty miracle, smiling
watching the crepe myrtle from my window

reaching up & out for the light
that grants the best blooms,

or, let light snap photos of my plate at the kitchen table
a collage of colorful delectables,

or, see myself reflected in water bouncing with
sunlight rehearsing a non-stop dance.

~ Varsha Saraiya-Shah

My favorite phrase in this poem is “the moon acting deranged / in the dappled roses.” It has been a long time since I’ve been in a garden in the moonlight, but it brings back memories. I wish I had written those unique words (isn’t that about the highest compliment one poet can give to another?). What are those lookalikes hiding “in the partial blues, rueful clouds, playful rain”? I’m not sure, but I can imagine, as I feast on the lovely language. The poet takes us in an unexpected direction as she stands before the mirror. How can I read the poem and not share her passion for light?








The second winner, Illinois poet Linda Wallin, has a passion for quilting. This photo shows a piece of a quilt she made—just one of many over the years.

Women’s Work


I would rather quilt than eat.
Put a pieced top over the batting,
then put top and batting over the backing.
Bind a blanket that hugs.

Warmth with beauty came out of necessity.

Whether I stay with traditional designs;
Log Cabin with its hearth center,
Mariner’s Compass to guide,
Delectable Mountains to border the Medallion Center,

I am inspired by generations of women.

At the quilt show, I see Baskets full of flowers, 
Dresden Plate, Bow-Tie, Drunkard’s Path, 
Fans, Double Wedding Rings
and hexified Grandmothers Garden.

They remind me of the quilts my grandmother sewed.

Shoo Fly, Churn Dash, Four Squares,
One-Color Quilts with Amish designs,
Kits from the forties with flowers appliquéd on,
even Civil War designs with reproduction fabrics, 

Speak to me about the importance of women.

I have begun putting Braids with Courthouse Steps, 
Disappearing Four-Patch and New York Beauties.
Fused Art Quilts can be made in a day. 
I don’t have much time left.

Like quilts, I will not last forever. 

In the old days, women from the church would sew on one quilt
together. Today’s women go on retreats, sew for three days,
talk about color theory, battery operated electric
seam rippers, paper-piecing and thread.

Women’s work is still their art.

~ Linda Wallin

I’m not sure quilting is only women’s work, though traditionally it was. But there is much to like about this poem. The regular form of the poem makes it quilt-like. The names of quilting deigns are quilted into all of the quatrains except the first and last—also a quilt-like feature. The forms used by the poet fit the theme so well.

The last line of the first stanza is significant. It might be what Ellen Kort, the first poet laureate of Wisconsin, called a truth line, though the thought is not developed further in this poem. Quilts so often are gifts to people the quilter loves, including her daughters and granddaughters. They are often given to someone who is sick. the quilt serves as a substitute hug in the absence of the woman or women who made it. Multiple women from a church “sew on one quilt / together,” the poet tells us in the last quatrain—another sort of “hug.” If they are like the women in my church who gather together once a year to make dresses for little girls in Haiti, these quilters greet each other with actual hugs when they arrive and hug when they leave the quilting retreat.

The winning poets retain copyright on their poems. Do not copy without their permission.

Bios:
Varsha Saraiya-Shah, a poet and finance professional, lives and works in Houston, Texas. Her poetry has appeared in various print and on-line journals including Asian Cha, Borderlands, Convergence, Mutabilis Press anthologies, Texas Observer, a University of Texas Press photography and poetry book, and elsewhere. She has studied poetry through workshops and conferences in Houston, at New York’s Sarah Lawrence College, Squaw Valley Community of Writers–California, Reed College–Oregon, and San Miguel De Allende–Mexico. She was a poet-in-residence at Noepe Literary Center, Martha’s Vineyard, MA in October, 2015.

Linda Wallin discovered her poetry in a journal after ignoring it for decades. She taught disabled students full-time for 25 years and currently teaches gifted children Lego Robotics at the Center for Gifted at National-Louis University. She has three children and two grandchildren who bring her great joy. She has been a member of Poets and Patrons of Chicago, IL for many years, and is presently serving as Vice President and Web manager for the group. When she is not on the computer, she is quilting, reading or writing. Her web sites include www.dwna.net, Wallin’s Wave, A Boomer Retirement, and Living With Geniuses. Linda Wallin grew up in Palatine, IL near Chicago. She has a B.A. in German Secondary Education and M. Ed. in Preschool Special Education from the University of Illinois. She received a Certificate of Advanced Study in Technology in Education from National-Louis University.


Remember, the January Challenge is open until March 15. And check back late tomorrow for the new March Poetry Challenge




© Wilda Morris



Thursday, February 4, 2016

February 2016 Poetry Challenge - A Passion


These China cups belonged to my husband's grandmother.



I read part of the following poem on www.yourdailypoem.com for January 31, 2016. It is a website I recommend.

To a Lady on Her Passion for Old China (excerpt)

What ecstasies her bosom fire!
How her eyes languish with desire!
How blest, how happy should I be,
Were that fond glance bestow'd on me!
New doubts and fears within me war:
What rival's near? A china jar.

   China's the passion of her soul;
A cup, a plate, a dish, a bowl,
Can kindle wishes in her breast,
Inflame with joy, or break her rest.

   Some gems collect; some medals prize,
And view the rust with lover's eyes;
Some court the stars at midnight hours;
Some dote on Nature's charms in flowers!
But ev'ry beauty I can trace
In Laura's mind, in Laura's face;
My stars are in this brighter sphere,
My lily and my rose is here.

   Philosophers more grave than wise
Hunt science down in Butterflies;
Or fondly poring on a Spider
Stretch human contemplation wider;
Fossiles give joy to Galen's soul,
He digs for knowledge, like a mole;
In shells so learn'd that all agree
No fish that swims knows more than he!
In such pursuits if wisdom lies,
Who, Laura, shall thy taste despise?

~ John Gay

This poem is in the public domain. You may read the rest of it at http://www.potw.org/archive/potw53.html.

John Gay (1685-1732) was best known for The Beggar’s Opera, in which he satirized the Prime Minister, Sir Robert Walpole. Gay was a was a poet as well as a dramatist, and a friend of Alexander Pope. Despite his difficulties with the government (including attempted suppression of the Polly, the sequel to The Beggar’s Opera), he was buried in Westminster Abbey.


A passion for China cups or Star Wars? For railroad trains or ancient coins? For penguins or pandas? For butterflies or bread-baking? Knitting or newspapers? What is your passion? What are the passions of your friends, kinfolk, acquaintances?

The February 2016 Poetry Challenge

Write about your passion for something or the passion of someone else. Gay’s poem turns out to be a more about his passion for Laura, if I read it correctly, but for this challenge, no poems about physical passion.  

Your poem may be formal or free verse. If you use a form, please specify the form. Unless your poem is haiku (which probably would not work very well for this challenge), it should be titled.

Poems already published in books, or published on the Internet (including Facebook and other on-line social networks) are not eligible. If your poem has been published in a print periodical, you may submit it if you retain copyright, but please include publication data. Only one poem per poet, please.

The deadline is February 19 [Since the challenge was not posted until February 4, the deadline is later in the month than usual]. Poems submitted after the February 19 deadline will not be considered. There is no charge to enter, so there are no monetary rewards; however winners are published on this blog. Please don’t stray too far from “family-friendly” language. No simultaneous submissions, please. You will know by the end of the month whether or not your poem will be published on this blog. Your poem may be free or formal verse. If you use a form, please specify the form when you submit. Decision of the judge or judges is final.

Copyright on each poem is retained by the poet. If a winning poem is published elsewhere later, please give credit to this blog.

How to Submit Your Poem:

Send one poem only to wildamorris[at]ameritech[dot]net (substitute the @ sign for “at” and a . for “dot”) . Include a brief bio which can be printed with your poem, if you are a winner this month.

Submission of a poem gives permission for the poem to be posted on the blog if it is a winner, so be sure that you put your name (exactly as you would like it to appear if you do win) at the end of the poem. Poems may be pasted into an email or sent as an attachment (no pdf files, please). Please do not indent the poem or center it on the page. It helps if you submit the poem in the format used on the blog (Title and poem left-justified; title in bold (not all in capital letters); your name at the bottom of the poem). Also, please do not use spaces instead of commas in the middle of lines. I have no problem with poets using that technique; I sometimes do it myself. However I have difficulty getting the blog to accept and maintain extra spaces.

Poems shorter than 40 lines are generally preferred. Also, if lines are too long, they don’t fit in the blog format and have to be split, so you might be wise to use shorter lines.

NOTE THAT THE JANUARY CHALLENGE IS STILL OPEN. YOU MAY ENTER BOTH CHALLENGES, BUT PLEASE DO SO IN SEPARATE EMAILS.

© Wilda Morris