Poetry

August Newsletter Poetry Corner: Insomnia

Insomnia

By Vea Anna Hooker

 

Hello computer, my old friend –

I’ve come to waste time with you again.

Because I sat to check out just one thing.

Now its two, and I should be sleeping.

But the vision that was planted in my head

Is the latest thing the meme artists said.

And the sound of scrolling.

 

So many pictures of the babies sweet,

And of relationships, before they cheat.

All the quizzes that people want their friends to take,

So we can compare results for heaven’s sake.

If you love God, then say this prayer,

And copy all your friends or else beware.

I hear the sound of scrolling.

 

Yet another story to make me cry

And lots more products that I need to buy.

I listen to a small angel voice sing,

And skim a recipe for chicken wings.

I give that awful post a “frown”

Then finally I shut it down.

And now, no sound of scrolling.

Member Spotlight, Poetry

May Newsletter Member Spotlight: Rachel Nix

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Rachel Nix is another “invisible” member of Critique Café. She first became a part after winning a poetry contest the writer’s group sponsored. She lives in Fort Stockton with her husband Wayne and 7 children. They own Pecos County Cleaning, and Rachel is a homeschool mom, Children’s Church teacher, and choir accompanist. Next spring she’s beginning her Bachelor of Science in Nutrition. In her spare time she writes poetry, enjoys photography, reads, paints, learns dance with Wayne, plays piano, goes to the gym, does yoga, tennis & collects elephant decor & classic movies (30’s, 40’s & 50’s).

 

 

Spotlight Feature Article

The Summer Sands of Time

Long before I awoke, summer sands of time were spent.

Her hands the dough met firmly, the bread was swiftly sent.

Left outside their door now softly, the moon still shining bright,

She left her gift of love to them and escaped into the night.

June’s sun came quickly rising,

Their hunger forgets the storm;

They never knew my mother was the one that took this form.

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Poetry

April Newsletter Poetry Corner: Red Impatiens Wait for Me

Red Impatiens Wait for Me

by Jody Bailey Day

 

The red impatiens shriveled up today

And all but gave up hope

That I’d remember.

 

Their leaves clung bravely to the stalk

And hopeful buds strained

flowersTo hold their color.

 

When I finally saw their thirsty faces

And knew that they were

Near a drying end,

 

I left the sustenance of squash and

The needy green tomatoes

For the water hose.

 

The sweet red maidens will give to me

Another day or two of glory

For my eyes

 

And while I tend the required food

In the square kitchen garden

I’ll remember

 

 

Used by permission Christian Devotions Ministry

Poetry

April Newsletter: April is National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month—Richard McGee

Since 1996, April has been celebrated as NationalPoetry Month. The Greek word “poem” just means a madething. As an artist uses colors to portray emotions, a poet uses words to make us think more deeply about meanings and ideas.

Everyone should try writing a poem. It doesn’t haveto rhyme or follow a specific iambic sequence. But it should evoke images and emotions in our minds. A poem forces the poet to stand back and look at his subject intensely to find a meaning for himself. The poetry reader should open his mind to enjoy or even revel in a unique look at a part of his world.

As you begin April with new spring projects, try to read a poem a day to enjoy new experiences.

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