[stylist] New Prompt, Poem & Photos
EvaMarie Sanchez
3rdeyeonly at gmail.com
Sun Aug 2 23:30:27 UTC 2015
Thank you Lynda. I am going to try, but who knows when? It will only be
when it comes to me, for that will be the time.
I am working on something in reference to the stone challenge given. It has
been a thought in my mind forever and after reading the challenge, it came
forward. Time to start writing. ;)
Eve
President, National Federation of the Blind Northern Arizona
President, National Federation of the Blind Writers' Division
Committee Chair, Arizona Association of Guide Dog Users
Affiliate Member, National Federation of the Blind Legislative Committee
Affiliate Member, National Federation of the Blind Membership Committee
Member, Slate & Style Editing Team
"You do not need to have vision to see the stars."
On Sun, Aug 2, 2015 at 3:18 PM, Barbara HAMMEL via stylist <
stylist at nfbnet.org> wrote:
> I like this poem but I can ALMOST get up and dance with it. I can't quite
> place a finger on why I can't unless it's that the gemstones weren't
> described quite enough? But just the thought of being able to put on all
> those jewels makes me feel so rich. It makes me think of an ancient Greek
> or Roman or Egyptian, Japanese or Chinese royal person.
> Barbara
>
> Sent from my iPhone
>
> > On Aug 1, 2015, at 09:38, Lynda Lambert via stylist <stylist at nfbnet.org>
> wrote:
> >
> > Jackie, and all -
> > what a good idea to get back on track with writing. I agree, but some
> of the chatter is full of imagery for writing or making art. Ideas can
> come from anywhere.
> >
> > I like the three poems you sent here. I remember the first one about
> your son and the gathering of stones for the medicine bag you created in
> his memory.It is beautiful. I love stones of all sorts and it seems like
> every place I go, I bring back a stone from that place - have bowls of
> stones throughout my home. I think the stones I love the most are the
> bottom-of-the-creek water worn stones I have gathered when out in my canoe
> on a river. I have one small mixed media fiber work I created which started
> with three such river stones - the piece eventually was finished and called
> "Party on the Allegheny River" and it has appeared in international
> exhibitions and won in many shows - Last year it won a very good monetary
> award at the American Printing House for the Blind - in their annual museum
> exhibition. The work is only about 5 inches square - but stones are so
> powerful that just a very tiny stone can stop a person in their tracks by
> the beauty and energy it radiates. Stones are an essential element in just
> about all of my art work - and they show up often in my poetry and writing.
> I will attach a photo of Party on the Allegheny River for those who can see
> it.
> >
> > My love affair with beautiful stones and crystals is reflected in my
> talismans I create using stones, gems, found objects, and other items - the
> talismans are complex, exquisite and costly - I create exhibition pieces,
> viewed in galleries and museum shows. For those who have some vision or can
> use magnification, I'll also attach a photo of "The Dragon's Healing
> Breastplate" - shown in exhibition at a museum in Pittsburgh last year.
> I'll attach "My Bleeding Heart," a talisman completed this year. It just
> won "Best of show" at a PA juried exhibition in July. You can see that
> stones are a motif in my art and my writing.
> >
> >
> > And, below, I will cut and paste a poem which describes the glory of
> wearing stones. This poem is called "Adornment." I began working with an
> idea I got when a friend once said to me, "OH, I love wearing my jewelry. I
> could just adorn myself with every piece I own, and wear them all at the
> same time." She was a metal smith and created one-of-a-kind works. I
> combined her thoughts on wearing jewelry, with my own experiences, and this
> is what came out.
> >
> > Thanks for putting out this prompt.
> > **
> >
> >
> > “Adornment: decorations worn to attract attention.”
> >
> > by Lynda McKinney Lambert
> >
> >
> > On languid September days
> > I would like to wear
> > colorful gaudy jewelry
> > every single one
> > at the same time.
> > Adornments are worn to enhance autumn days.
> >
> > I’d put the gems on in layers,
> > an ancient warrior preparing for battle.
> > Blue Topaz rings, one on each finger.
> > My arms, encircled with ornaments.
> > Protected by brilliant stones-
> > faceted cherry quartz, deep green turquoise chunks,
> > nuggets of Baltic amber in different colors,
> > jet black polished stones, and waxy yellow opals.
> >
> > I’ll wear a periwinkle blue dancing skirt.
> > a flowing chiffon jacket .
> > I am a flamboyant coat-of-armor
> > that covers voluptuous, full breasts
> > like a bishop’s gold encrusted shawl.
> > My holy, rare, mother-of-pearl talisman
> > adorns my royal, goddess chest.
> >
> > I slip my perfumed feet into soft sky blue sandals,
> > promenade around the spacious room,
> > in ever widening circles,
> > among the evening shadows,
> > under luminescent spheres
> > turning high above us.
> >
> > -----Original Message----- From: Jackie Williams via stylist
> > Sent: Friday, July 31, 2015 7:59 PM
> > To: 'Writers' Division Mailing List'
> > Cc: Jackie Williams
> > Subject: [stylist] A New Prompt, LONGISH
> >
> > Hi all,
> > The back and forth of these last few days is mind-dancing. In some ways I
> > agree with Joanne, and in some instances with Bridgit. Since we are
> first
> > and foremost writers, can each of you write either a piece of flash
> fiction,
> > or short memoire, or a poem about the unusual things that are close to
> your
> > hearts and minds. rocks, essential oils, age regression, or dreams, or
> even
> > Portland! You can skip it if it is porn!
> > I will start you off by cutting and pasting three poems. The first I
> posted
> > long ago when the discussions ran along similar tracks. My son
> disappeared
> > when he was twenty and his remains were not found for fourteen years. He
> was
> > on a ledge near the top of Black Mountain in AZ, near the Superstition
> > Mountains.
> > Some friends had a most unusual service of sorts in the Sawtooth
> Mountains
> > of Idaho just two years after he disappeared. He had worked in the
> forestry
> > service and some friends carved out a medicine wheel in such a private
> place
> > that it was not desecrated for five years. Because of his interest in
> Indian
> > lore and rocks, I researched the rocks I thought represented him best. I
> put
> > them in his medicine bag which now hangs next to my bed with the
> > Dream-catcher.
> > Medicine Wheel
> >
> > you taught me how to grieve
> > dance emotions chant the sorrow
> > place myself in the power of your signs
> > bid my son good-bye
> > buried in pain I did not hear
> > his cries for help before he left
> > my wonderment that our first steps
> > into stark wilderness were matched in time
> > yet became our solitary journeys
> >
> > it is not right that the mother
> > survives the son unless his spirit
> > burns bright within her for all of her
> > remaining days
> > your circle of rocks enabled this
> >
> > I put three Indian healing stones
> > that captured his spirit
> > into my medicine bag
> > fiesta jasper a bright coral
> > to give dynamism lively energy
> > power to attend us always
> > crazy lace agate to provide security
> > from doing things only for another's desire
> > give confidence in any new domain
> > yet soften stubbornness
> > rock crystal versatile powerful
> > to stimulate and focus energy
> > to heal the body and the mind
> > enhance a vision
> > give powers of observation
> > arouse authority to live fully
> >
> > we bless you Medicine Wheel
> > as you did the healing stones
> > by the spirit from the beating drum
> >
> > I sprinkle cornmeal then leave
> > His medicine bag hangs near my heart
> > my son's life force and mine are converged
> >
> >
> > I hope this next cinquain will not offend anyone. The form: Five lines of
> > 2,4,6,8,2 syllables in iambic. Not usually rhymed, but I could not
> resist.
> >
> > Citrines
> >
> > I do
> > not ever have
> > to clean my old latrine,
> > for hanging on each wall I have
> > citrines.
> >
> > The last poem is an Anaphora, meaning the beginning of each stanza, or
> line,
> > or whatever are started with the same word or words. In this case, the
> words
> > are, Her hands. I suggest you read this one through, not line by line, at
> > least at first, and then again if you want to know the oils.
> >
> > 11. Traditional Form, Anaphora
> >
> > Magic Through Raindrop Therapy
> >
> > Her hands are gnarled. The fingers twisted so give lie to tenderness, the
> > strength, the flow of energy to flesh, so cold it shivers.
> > As she applies the oils....limbs live, skin quivers.
> > Her hands give life, and so they move her own into my muscles from which
> use
> > has flown. Three drops of valor, thyme, oregano
> > then soft massage on soles to make them glow.
> > Her hands now smoothly, quickly make their moves. I murmur sweetly many,
> > "Ah's," and "Oo's."
> > Then comes the cypress, basil and the birch, some peppermint and
> marjoram to
> > search
> > her hands for guidance, knowledge to work in to spastic muscles, jangling
> > nerves, dry skin. My stress recedes as if from endless war
> > for now my body finally knows the score.
> > Her hands will finally smooth Aroma Siez and "crown of oils," the super
> > Ortho Ease. The miracles of frankincense and myrrh cannot compete. I do
> not
> > want to stir!
> > Her hands have made my universe complete. I think I'll never feet again
> the
> > heat
> > from hands that poured those urgent healing balms. if I can give to
> > others-feel no qualms-
> > her hands might teach me once again to love a body's need for energy
> above,
> > belie the mundane frantic lives we lead, make contact once again with
> life
> > decreed.
> >
> > Jacqueline Williams, Mesa, AZ
> > Published, Sandcutters,ASPQuarterly
> > Incidentally, though my sister is a Reiki Master, and I hold a
> > Second-degree Reiki certificate, I am not a true believer. I just know
> that
> > it helps people who can believe, just like so many other mind-body
> healing
> > methods and therapies.Raindrop Thereapy is really not Reiki, but a
> special
> > massage therapy, but my sister gives them.rAIN
> >
> > I am working ON a poem about Portland. Did you know that it has the most
> > environmentally friendly garbage collection methods probably in the
> entire
> > U.S.? Also, that it has a high suicide rate due to the cold, gloomy, and
> > rainy weather much of the year? I took AFAA training there years ago and
> > loved it for this. It is the heat in triple digits, the politics, and
> the no
> > rain that make me even consider such a thing here.
> >
> > Jackie Lee
> >
> > Time is the school in which we learn.
> > Time is the fire in which we burn.
> > Delmore Schwartz
> >
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