CAROLYN'S COMPOSITIONS

November 6, 2014

The Owl

CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS

THE OWL

 Bo Brocious, guest poet

The January 5, 2015, WordPress prompt is Daring DoTell us about the time you rescued someone else (person or animal) from a dangerous situation. How did you prevail?

As I groggily aroused myself from my mid-afternoon siesta my husband Monte rushed into the family room, retrieved his garden-soiled sneakers, and quickly slipped them on his feet.

 “There’s a bird caught in the deer netting (around our garden),” he said, grabbing a pair of scissors. The grogginess disappeared with my adrenalin rush. I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my camera, and raced to the garden. Sure enough, there was a bird in the netting. A big bird.

“It’s an owl,” Monte said, hesitatingly moving towards it to examine the situation. The black netting was wrapped around the bird’s feet tightly enough that Monte might need a surgeon’s skill to cut it without injuring the bird. He poked it gently with the handle of the umbrella he’d grabbed on the way to the garden.

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Still, he had to try. While using an umbrella handle to stabilize the owl he gingerly began snipping at the netting with pink-handled scissors. The owl, equally intimidated by us as we were of it, kept trying to reach its beak to where it could nip Monte’s hands.

My task was easier. Since I wasn’t going to risk the bird’s beak I stood back, waiting to offer Monte medical attention if it were necessary. And I studied the owl, wondering if it was one of the screech owls I kept hearing in the wee hours of the night—a noise that, when I initially heard it, made me want to call 911 to rescue whatever woman was being beaten. Then my trigger finger took hold as I attempted to shoot a prize winning photograph, which was difficult as I was repeatedly startled by the owl’s wildly flapping wings.

“Calm down,” I said—as if the owl could understand. However, it looked at me as if to say “what’s happening?” and calmed down somewhat.

After a harrowing ten minutes Monte freed the owl’s feet, but its beak-hold on the netting kept him trapped. It took a few minutes before it realized that if it loosened its grip it could free itself to leave. Standing back we watched it fly few feet. Its lift wasn’t high enough so it flew into the netting on the opposite side of the garden. We thought we would have to free it again, but this time, with a little trouble, it cleared the netting and flew into a tree and rested for a moment.

“It’s probably pretty exhausted,” Monte said as it opened its wings, gathered steam, and rose to become hidden by the trees.

When Bo Brocius read about this owl experience in the article It’s Been an Animal Day she responded by (more…)

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October 16, 2014

In Honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month: Malignant Fear

CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS

IN HONOR OF

BREAST CANCER AWARENESS MONTH:

MALIGNANT FEAR

 Tamara D., Guest Writer*

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 Speed Racing Heart

Stomach dropped to the floor

Breast smashed like a pancake

Too late to run for the door

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Deep breathing to the count of four

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Something is Not right

They need to (more…)

September 7, 2014

Doing the Tanka

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DOING THE TANKA

The WordPress Weekly Writing prompt for September 2, 2014, encouraged me to write in a genre different than my usual—tanka, a cousin of haiku.

Traditional haiku is present tense, and captures a moment in time. It is a metaphor, not a simile, and  has 3 non-rhyming lines containing a total of 17 syllables in a 5-7-5 line structure (lines 1 and 3 have 5 syllables, line 2 has 7 syllables).

Traditional tanka contains 5 lines and 31 syllables, in a 5-7-5-7-7 line structure, although it was noted that many contemporary poets take liberty with these specifics.

We were encouraged to write about something in our lives, perhaps in the past week. Below is my attempt.

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HATCHET JOB

Mercilessly cut

the apple tree’s twisted limbs

no matter—who cares

likely his lifespan’s over

autumn brings apples galore

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GARDENING FRUSTRATION

Spring seeds embedded

in rich soil under the sun

seedlings do flourish

yield vegetables, flowers

that served deer and storm, not man

(more…)

May 13, 2012

In Our Mother’s Womb

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IN OUR MOTHER’S WOMB

Cynthia Lipsius

Contributed to by Nancy Lee & Carolyn

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Nancy Lee was first; she kept very busy

vacuuming, fluffing, dusting away lint.

When she made her appearance,

she left behind a pink mint.

 

Carolyn was alert and curious,

this family was such a mystery!

By the time she was born

She’d recorded (more…)

April 8, 2012

The Stained Glass Window

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THE STAINED GLASS WINDOW

Nancy Lipsius

 July 1983

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Lambs,

Wooly and white, pure, innocent,

Adoring.

Press ever closer, comforted

By (more…)

November 6, 2011

Pat

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PAT

My friend and I met at Kensington High School in Buffalo, New York. Pat and I, 1963  (er, 1961) alumni, have maintained our friendship throughout the years. Below is a tribute for her November 6th birthday.

Her mother did name her daughter Pat.

A twin did she (more…)

July 19, 2011

Jane

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JANE

 This limerick honors my sister Jane, whose birthday is July 19.

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My mother did name me Jane. 

A heart attack to me came. 

I was (more…)

July 4, 2011

Sally

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SALLY

The limerick below is being posted because today,

July 4, is my sister Sally’s birthday.

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My mother did dare name me Sally        

Hoping I wouldn’t dilly-dally.

But I am so slow,

I never will go

I’m delayed singing lilly-lally.

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June 30, 2011

Short Life Long Lived

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SHORT LIFE LONG LIVED

Russell E. Roy

The following poem was written by a board member of the Greater Jamestown Family Support Program, a former child abuse program in Jamestown, Pennsylvania.  It received  funded from a Pennsylvania Children’s Trust Fund grant. Its mission statement was to heal adult survivors of abuse to prevent them from passing their abuse on to their children.

I was pleased to be the facilitator of the grant, which I wrote. I directed the program, presented educational classes to the board and community, and in general performed administrative tasks. In counseling persons who were experiencing problems I learned as much as they did.

Russell E. Roy was blind by the age of 19. He was in his sixties when I came to know him. He delighted in writing poems on a tape recorder, and his friends often called on him to write special poems for their family and friends. He wrote this poem when the Family Support Program ended after a four year run.

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In November of 1990 and one,

The Family Support Program was begun.

Some of us who are here today,

Were not there on that starting day.

We cannot tell the good that was done,

Or the goals that were gained by the race that was run.

Members come and members go,

But the facts live on through the ebb and flow.

As individuals we kept in touch,

We each might think we don’t count for much.

As a group we thought (more…)

June 19, 2011

Newspaper Acrostic: June 12, 2010

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NEWSPAPER ACROSTIC: June 12, 2010

Last week my husband Monte and I drove to Lakeside, Ohio (on Lake Erie). While reading the newspaper during the drive, I decided to write an acrostic poem. June 12 was the perfect newspaper to choose, since that day is Monte’s birthday.

AMERICAN SPIRIT is live in large in small towns,

served generously in local roadside diners.

BLOOD—just a drop—of beautified Pope, John Paul II

Is now on a Krakow church altar, there to be venerated.

CAMEL’S carbon footsteps in Australia aren’t (more…)

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