Posts Tagged ‘National POetry Month’

Trees by Stanley Fink; Painting by Judy Ringold

Wednesday, April 29th, 2020
This is the last day for National Poetry Month, and I am fortunate to have a poem from Stanley Fink and a picture from Judy Ringold, both of whom I know from the Narberth Senior Center. The two are working on a virtual project that has Stanley writing poems to fit Judy’s art. If this is just one example of their collaboration, I love it and look forward to more! Thanx, Stan & Judy.
Tangled Trees by Stanley Fink
In this dreamy wood
Everything moves.
The trees dance
Pulsating to an
Ancient melody,
Tiny creatures
Hide in the undergrowth
Watching near the mossy swamp.
Brown and pink tree trunks and branches
Are huddled together
As if worshiping the sun.
They entangle my heart with pure love.
Arboreal Cathedral

Beautiful Poetry from Doris Ferleger

Sunday, April 21st, 2019

This is National Poetry Month and I have two poems by poet Doris Ferleger, a cousin to my tai chi friend Leah who read one of Doris’ poems at a small gathering earlier this year of people interested in reading poems or stories. Since I have not met Doris in person, I am posting a mini-bio of the poet from one of the two books  (Big Silences in a Year of Rain) Leah gave me to read:

“Doris Ferleger is a clinical psychologist, poet and essayist whose work has appeared inmanyjournals including: Bridges, California Quarterly, Comstock Review, South Carolina Review, South Dakota Review, and in anthologies entitled: Motherpoet and Journey into Motherhood. She holds an MFA in Poetry from Vermont College and is a fomer poet laureate of Montgomery County, PA. Her work won the Robert Fraser Prize for Poetry, was a finalist for the Muriel Craft Bailey Memorial Award and the Beatrice Hawley  award, and a semifinalist for the Brittingham  Prize in Poetry and the Many Mountains Moving Press Poetry Prize.”

Need I say more? Doris’ poetry is deep and often sad, and very beautiful. Here is one poem from each of the two books I have on hand.

“Picture Over the Edge” from as the moon has breath by doris ferleger

Above my desk gladiolas
re-open every morning
thick and oily on the five-
by-five foot canvas, too big
to be buried with. Some days
violet, other days vermillion
grabs me by the throat. Tight
green buds show
no signs of which color
will reveal itself
in the morning. No one can say,
not even the experts,
whether the gladiola-
shaped mass with its tissue-
thin petals, folded-
open, is made merely of dead
tissue, or cells dangerously blooming.
Why not go a little crazy?
Open, close, open, shake and shake
the painting like a kaleidoscope,
jumble the little chips of light
so much that everything turns
to shards of beauty
and no sad story
can stick.





Deep snow and Bernie bought
His mother a spring handbag,
A fancy shmancy evening bag
In spring colors. She didn’t like
The colors but she kept it as a sign

Of his trust in her
Living at least until
Crocuses popped up.

The morning I walked over stones
in the creek, I was wearing a pale yellow
gauzy dress with tiny spring flowers tied
in bouquets all over and those girlish puffy sleeves
and a young man was playing
a harmonica
in the clover grass and it wasn’t
a dream that I was alive.

Both books published by: MAIN STREET RAG PUBLISHING COMPANY, Charlotte, North Carolina,  (Both under $15.00)

Happy Spring!  Happy Passover! Happy National Poetry Month!