Archive for January, 2007

Blue

Blue
By Brenda Braene

B
Buh
Breakaway from life.

L
Luh
Let yourself float.

U
Ooooh
(use your imagination).

E
Eeeee!
Flying with joy.

Blue.
Blues.
Deep, down, drown.

Blue
Calm, serene
Ocean and sky.

Blue
Healing
Hurting
Freeing
Flying.

Brenda Braene is a frequent contributor to Circadian Poems. Her blog is Poet Meets Muse and she is one third of the web-site The Three Braenes.

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flash back to summer

flash back to summer
by Sylvia C.

it was one of those
hot summer days
I was dripping with sweat
After being outside 4-and-a-half
minutes
And it was only 9 a.m.

And I thought,
“how much worse could it get?
there isn’t anything one can do
in this sweltering heat.”

So I decided I would stay inside
All afternoon, and perhaps even for
The rest of the summer,
To hide from the suffocation

All the time wondering,
“how far away are the
breezy days of fall?

How many more
Sweat stained mornings
Should I expect?”

The thick air had me
In its grip, and the
Heat continued in full force.
I decided
I would, in fact,
stay inside until the leaves
Turned orange, red, and brown.

Now, I’m just waiting for spring
Apologizing
for my lack of
Resilience,
praying for a glimpse of sunshine

Sylvia C. lives and writes in Kansas City. Poetry and children’s literature interest her most. Sylvia also enjoys reading, going on walks, listening to music, and dancing. Visit Sylvia’s blog, which is dedicated to children;s literature, to learn more: www.dream-imagine-soar.blogspot.com.

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Simplicity

Simplicity
By Ann Smith

One
single red
rose.

No
carpet.

Three
brown micro-suede
pillows.

One
wide white pillar
candle.

One
stick of sandalwood
incense.

Breathe
Learn
Connect.

Ann Smith is simply Ann Smith.

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Poetry News

More news from Colin Galbraith! His new book, Poolside Poetry will be released on March 2.

In March, Circadian will be on a short break, from Friday, March 9 – Monday, March 12, returning on Tuesday, March 13.

That’s all for now. If you have poetry news you’d like included in the regular Thursday entry, please email it here, with “poetry news” in the header so it doesn’t vanish into the Spam file.

Academia

Academia
By Ariel Cade

Academia.
Perhaps it should
be called
Aca-DAMN-nia,
for we realize
we are doomed.
It certainly
is not
Aca-DAME-ia,
the way women
are mistreated
as they try
to survive.
Perhaps it is
Aca-DEEM-ia,
since someone silent
and in power
deems our fates.
Often, it feels like
Aca-DUMB-nia,
between silly rules
and clueless students.

Ariel Cade believes she did something very, very bad in a previous life and was sent to Purgatory in guise of graduate student as punishment.

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Striving for Poetry

Striving for Poetry
By Silas Byrne

There are days when it seems as though anyone who is capable of gripping a pen and scratching on paper considers himself a poet. There are as many ways to express creativity as there are creative individuals. However, poetry requires just as much craft as any other type of successful writing or musical composition or painting. It is the marriage and melding of art and craft.

Poetry relies on rhythm for its inner musicality. The original rhythm comes from the beating of a living heart, the cycle in which we live. This is mirrored by the rhythm of day following night following day, the days turning into moon cycles, the moon cycles turning into seasons, the Earth cycling around the sun, and so on. The smaller rhythms of our own bodies are a microcosm of the universe.

Since we are universal microcosms, one would think that writing poetry would be as natural as, well, a heart beat.

However, being human, we have a history of fighting the natural environment. Take a look at how we’ve raped the planet to reap our own pleasures. We stand to lose the polar ice caps and the polar bears due to personal atrophy, corporate greed, and governmental blindness.

The same disdain for planetary life is often shown in poetry. Someone scribbles a string of words on a napkin scrap and reads them at an open mike. Yes, it’s a wonderful snapshot of the moment of creation. But it is not yet a poem.

A poem, even a freestyle poem, beats to its innate rhythm. It will beat to its nature whether the words cloaking it work with it or against it. When you read a poem and it doesn’t hit properly, the words fight the rhythm. If they are carefully chosen to do so, the way John Cage uses deliberate dissonance in his music, it works. If it’s simply sloppy, it does not.

While the initial burst of inspiration may be a lovely valentine to raw creation, a poem that stands the test of time, and remains on the lips an din the minds of multitudes, each word must be mulled over, wrestled with, until it is the perfectly shining, perfectly precise word to convey the image as clearly with as few words as possible. One of the beauties of poetry is its ability to communicate massive amounts of information, emotion, and evoke visual as well as spiritual responses with a minimum amount of words. A maximum amount of words turns it into a novel.

The next time you write what you believe is a poem, work with each word individually to build the whole. Let your body and the physical rhythm of your heart, not merely the emotional level of your heart, guide you. Find the words that support the poem’s natural rhythm. Strip it back to make every word count for what would be twenty pages in a novel.

Look at those sparse squiggles on the page. When you can sing them, when they reside easily in the memory, you know you’ve achieved . . .a poem.

Silas Byrne is a writer, poet, teacher, and environmentalist living in the Northeast.

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Anticipation

Anticipation
By Kristina Logue

creamy, dreamy
whirling, swirling
stirring, whirring
flour power
act of creation.
butter, sugar
chocolate chips
work together
for culinary pleasure.

Kristina Logue paints, writes, and builds.

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