Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Conference Inspires Me to Write Here Again!

The National Federation of Press Women held its 2009 conference in San Antonio, Texas, September 10-12. Desspite a few difficulties (see "Never too Late!"), I enjoyed many aspects of the trip. What inspired me to resurrect this blog, at least for a while, was the fact that I received two national writing awards, and the First Place award was for two posts to this blog: "In Defense of Self-Publishing, Parts I and II" (August 12,16 2008). You may read them below in the archives.

The judge commented, "Writer provides clear advice without preaching or ego. Offers something for every level of self-publisher, from the wannabe to those looking for new options."

Since the idea of self-publishing is scoffed at by many professional writers, I was elated to win first place and such a positive comment.

My little book of poetry, Elder Expectations: My Life in Rictameters, won second place. Of my three books, this is the least-read, yet everyone who has read it has praised it. Doesn't anyone read poetry any more?

Anyway, I liked the judge's comment: "I really enjoyed the use of the rictameter. Its use to describe the different parts of a life was really unique. A very good piece of work!"

If anyone is interested, Elder Expectations costs about $10 and can be ordered from Amazon.com.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Rictameter from a Morning Person

Mornings

Mornings:
"Time to rise and
Shine," they say. I do that,
Facing each new day with courage,
Anticipating challenges, new joys.
Why do some despise alarm clocks,
Resist the call of day?
Time to embrace
Mornings.


Copyright 2009 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Cultural Center Information Desk Routine: A Rictameter


Routine:
Comforting, not
Dull or dreary. Getting
Out to meet and greet the world of
Eager visitors who want to share the
Beauty of Chicago and its
Arts and culture. Here I'll
Sit, enjoy my
Routine.


Copyright 2009 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Guest Post: A Rictameter about Winter

Many thanks to Pat Murphy, an old friend and former neighbor (not the Pat from "Pat's Place") for today's guest rictameter. Pat is a fellow northerner who appreciates the season.



Winter
Is a respite
Under a white blanket.
We warm ourselves and we get strong.
There is a season when we can reach out
To meet the world with new vigor.
Everything will be fresh,
Until the next
Winter.


By Pat Murphy. 2009

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Snow Again: A Rictameter

Snow Again


Again.
Snow fell last night
As spring hopes retreated.
It's hard to see snow's beauty as
February fades toward dreary March, with
Early flowers still far away.
It's time to write more poems
As winter speaks
Again.


Copyright 2009 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Friday, February 20, 2009

A Writing Challenge!

As winter slowly winds down, most of us reflect on its beauties and challenges as we eagerly wait for spring. Where you live undoubtedly makes a difference, but most of us have some winter thoughts to express.

How about writing a rictameter (or more than one) about winter? If you will submit them to my email address (there's a link in my complete profile here), I'll put them together for a mid-March collection. I'll consider other poetic forms as well. Let's celebrate the coming end of winter, share our winter disasters and/or our winter joys.

Thanks to Pat of "Pat's Place" for this idea! (http://atpatsplace.blogspot.com/)

Early Morning Musings: A Rictameter

Early Morning Musings

Morning.
Time to rise and
Shine, the cliche has it.
Tired? Perhaps, but life starts now.
New day, new challenges, new things to do.
A cup of coffee starts the day.
Who knows what adventure
Looms ahead this
Morning?


Copyright 2009 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Happy? A Rictameter

I have had a bad case of the winter doldrums, among other problems. If winter is getting to you too, why not join me in a poetry-writing project (choose your own form)? Guest contributions are welcome!


Happy?


Happy?
Yes, I will be.
Time to shed sad thoughts, to
Begin anew, awaiting spring.
Sun shines brightly, lake turns blue, buds appear
To bring renewal, brighter days.
These poems will ease winter's
Grip to make me
Happy.


Copyright 2009 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Monday, January 5, 2009

On Moving to a Senior Residence: A Rictameter


On Moving to a Senior Residence

Moving.
This is the week
To leave a familiar
Scene behind, with memories good
And bad, joys and problems, things to deal with.
Is anyone ready to move?
For me, a final choice.
Better or worse?
Moving.


Copyright 2009 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

New Year Question: A Rictameter

New Year Question


New Year:

What will you bring?
Happiness and joy to
Make a year much better than the
Last, or problems big and small to make the
Year too much like the past one we
Choose to forget as soon
As possible?
New Year?


Copyright 2008 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

On Visiting The Clare: a Rictameter

On Visiting The Clare at Watertower

The Clare:
Dream and promise,
Soon to come true as I
Plan my move for January.
Problems? Yes, but now I've been inside to
See reality, think ahead,
Hope for a happy life,
I welcome you,
The Clare.

Copyright 2008 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Some Realities About Writing to Heal

I've often written about the importance of writing to heal: from keeping a pen and paper near the sick bed to writing down your concerns and complaints for your caregivers. My recent hospitalization and nursing home stay (a total of nearly six weeks) should have provided an excellent opportunity for me to practice what I've preached.

It didn't quite work out that way. For one thing, I did not have easy computer access. I did, however, have a pen and a notebook. So why didn't I write much? Yes, I had a roommate and nearly continuous TV. However, there are other reasons, too. For me, writing is a reality of my life, and I seemed eager to escape from reality. I drifted into the routine of the institution, not thinking much about my "real" life. Writing was something I planned to do after I got home.

Did I write anything while I was in the nursing home? Yes, I wrote down a few notes for future writing, and then I wrote three rictameters. For me, an experienced user of this odd poetic form, this was tha perfect way to express myself. My three rictameters were "Kindness," "Patience," and "Painful." All three appear in my two blogs, this one and "Never too Late!"

So what is the message here? Poetry can be brief, direct, and meaningful (see "A Good Review Brings Cheer," below). When illness or injury makes one reluctant to write, a short poem can express a lot. As I look back, I notice that my three rehab rictameters tell the story of my experience better than more extensive writing might have.

If the thought of writing at length, especially in difficult times, is depressing, try writing simple poems: rhymed, unrhymed, free verse, or whatever. I found my magic in the rictameter, but there are many other possibilities. The idea of most poetry is to say a lot in a few words, and that's what I did. I seem to have redefined my understanding of writing to heal.

Copyright 2008 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Monday, November 17, 2008

Patience: Another Rictameter from Rehab

I wrote three rictameters while I was in rehab at a nurising home. See the first one below and the second in "Never too Late!" This is the third and last


Patience


Patience.
Prime need here in
Rehab hell. Everyone
Does her best to get things done, but
Waiting is required for help with all those
Things I can't do myself. I long
For independence, but
I need to wait.
Patience.


Copyright 2008 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Friday, November 14, 2008

Kindness: A Rictameter

Soon after I was transferred from the hospital to the nursing home for rehabilitation, I was feeling alone and desolate. Along came a member of the Clare staff to offer help. Here is the poem I wrote in honor of her comforting visit:

Kindness


Kindness.
Rachel came to
Offer help, advise, to
Care that I was helpless, hurting,
In despair. She answered questions, offered
Clothing, stamps, and cheer to make my
Day in this, my time of
Need. Thank you for
Kindness.


Copyright 2008 by Marlys Marshall Styne


Friday, September 26, 2008

Speaking to Illinois Woman's Press Association: A Rictameter

Speaking to IWPA

Speaking.
Saturday I'll
Talk of blogging: magic,
Mystery of words on screen, a
Window to the world, communication.
Speak or write? I'd rather write, but
There I'll be. Will someone
Listen to my
Speaking?


Copyright 2008 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Knee Realities: A Rictameter



Knee Realities

Knee pain:
Reality
For many years as I
Limped, arose from sitting with no
Grace at all. My walks got shorter, ended.
Too much recliner time became
Routine, so now it's time
For surgery,
Knee pain.



Copyright 2008 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Wednesday Lunch at the Signature Room: A Rictameter


Lunch views.
Sunshine, high place,
Eating with a friend to
Catch up on our lives while dining.
Salmon, wine, delicious. Happy time with
Conversation, scenery. Worth
Forty-five dollars? Yes,
To splurge, enjoy
Lunch views.


Copyright 2008 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Cubs Win: A Rictameter


Cubs Win

Ball game:
Cubs and Astros,
Lovely day at Wrigley.
At home, I watch TV at ease,
See, hear the young enjoying life. Alas,
No ballpark days for me this year,
Yet I can still enjoy
While Cubs win the
Ball game!



Copyright 2008 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

In Praise of the Rictameter

In Praise of the Rictameter

This form,
Rictameter.
Is it crazy to write
Such poems, to count out two, four, six,
Eight, ten syllables, back again, no rhyme?
But try it! Experiment, say
Many things, few words; great
Thoughts or small fit
This form.


Copyright 2008 by Marlys Marshall Styne

Monday, July 28, 2008

Another Review of Elder Expectations!

Thanks to Pat of Pat's Place for a fine review of my little book of poems, Elder Expectations: My Life in Rictameters. You may read it at http://atpatsplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting-book.html.

Pat ends the review with a rictameter of her own:

"Thanks, Marlys, for encouraging me to self-publish a book of my own stories, and also for the gift of your rictameter poetry! Here is my own poem:


"Thank you,
Marlys, for the
gift of your poetry
that you have shared with us via
your lovely rictameters in your book,
Elder Expectations, and your
blog, where I first saw them,
then tried my own.
Thank you!


"They are tricky, but they are fun to work with!"