“Creativity is a wild mind and a disciplined eye.” Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker Production in Brazil _Dorothy Parker Society August 21, 2021

A Pair of Dorothy Parker Poems

On Being a Woman

Why is it, when I am in Rome
I’d give an eye to be at home,

But when in earth I be,

My soul is sick for Italy?

And why with you, my love, my Lord,
Am I spectacularly bored,
Yet do you up and leave me- then
I scream to have you back again?

Inventory
Four be the things I am wiser to know:

Idleness, sorrows friend and a foe.

Four be the things I’d been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.
Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.

Three be the things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.

In the video posted this morning, on the Conversation, Writer’s Institute Director Paul Grondahl discusses Dorothy Parker’s words, legacy, and a wild story about her final resting place with Kevin C Fitzpatrick.

Poetry Reading in Song

Jeanne Listens to iMac

in the studio with the greatest sounds

 

We listened to the poems

the music, the beat

of hearts of artists

who jammed,

rejoiced

in words

found

in the deep

and

flew up!

Thankyou Jan Hutchinson, for the prompts extraordiaire!

listen for yourself:

Full

Art by Nicolaj

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The iPhone battery’s full
the iPad
the iPod
the MacBook Pro…

The driveway  is full
of snow
the pathway
the Rogue…

My creative writer mind
is overflowing
the sunny side up eggs
the Brewster roasted coffee

My notes app is full too
thousands of entries
majority: poems
pulsing images

(www.thevibrantchanneledcreator.wordpress.com/illustrations/

Who’s angry at the writer?

design by Katerina Babanofsky

My family members
get incensed by my
poems, photos, and anecdotes,
used without permission.

What I saw was
extraordinary beauty,
extreme honesty,
divine insight.

The publication
does not bring fame
to me or them.

It is a gallery,
a record of a telling moment.

Just like “Spoon River Anthology”
was a gallery
for Edgar Lee Masters.

The Illinois characters
based on the tombstones
made those town’s people angry too.

Did the best-selling book
make them jealous?
Or were they upset
at the mention of their names?
Was Masters a grave digger?

Am I a property thief?

The Journey

I wandered lonely down the hill
Past trees, porcupines , deer and hawks
Brushing off competition’s fangs …

Gathered prompts
Scribed poems
Posted rhymes

Winced at criticism
Stumbled on sand
Washed the dust away

Found Hutchinson Lane;
Sure-footed
Open hearted journey.

Please enjoy my new book for free!

Please go to Blurb to read the book for free.
http://www.blurb.com/b/4348076-riddles

Try to view it in full screen format to read the poems easily.

Ambidextrous

Broke my right wrist;
Switched to left.

Right brain grows poems;
Left brain spells.

Right side sings;
Left can add.

Right hand writes well;
Left hand shakes.

Two hands brush teeth
Open jars; cut fruit.

Woe is me!
What a switch:

Broke my right wrist;
Switched to left!

Steven Withrow

I am enjoying reading Steven’s pdf: All Out of Doors, a chapbook of poems by Steven Withrow

Steven Withrow
rows his way
with oars
outdoors
wide open
through the waves;

He weaves his verses
with each row:
cleaves in
precisely.
He knows.
he throws.

He rows.
Withrow.

July 6, 2012
Jeanne Poland

Open Mike at Roe Jan Library

Open Mike
at Roe Jan

The men marched up
To click and quip.
Intelligent gents
Word warriors.
At attention!
Firing rounds!!
Spitfires!

The women
Swayed
And rocked their newborn
Poems;
Twirled their lullabies
“Til comfort clothed us all.
And blessed, we bowed our heads.

All rights.
4/15/2012
Jeanne Poland