“Walk at least a little way down into the Grand Canyon; don’t just stay up on the rim.” — Stephen Edgerton, Chapel Hill, N.C.
Announcing Garwood’s 1st annual poetry festival
Posted: April 16, 2024 in poemsTags: Garwood Poetry Festival, National Poetry Month, poems, poetry, poetry reading, poets
National Poetry month poem of the week
Posted: April 8, 2024 in poemsTags: National Poetry Month, poems
I believe that it’s better to “show don’t tell” when writing about a subject. I stay away from just describing something and instead use words that will lead the reader to create an image in their mind.
Can you guess, before I get to the end of this poem, who the Silver Stallion is?
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I Ride the Silver Stallion
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I ride the silver stallion
Through marshes and wetlands.
Spurring him on, faster, and faster
His gallop parts the grass, the egrets fly.
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Above, the sky turns menacingly dark.
Rain falls like stones from a slingshot
Pelting me and my silver stallion.
He moves slower, the egrets disappear.
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Into the mist we ride
The morning sun obscured.
A hawk circles above us
A town passes by the wayside.
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The rain drops glisten off his sides.
I feel his movement beneath me
As we enter the dark tunnel.
Only his hoof beats can be heard.
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We come out into the light
Then submerge into Penn Station,
The drab canyons of Manhattan above.
Another wet Friday’s commute begun.
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I slip my novel into my bag,
Stand up and move slowly with the crowd.
My steed, the silver train,
Now a fond fantasy, left behind.
April is National Poetry Month! It was first introduced in 1996 by the Academy of American Poets as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry in the United States.
My theme for this year is “Let poetry lift your soul” and I’ll be posting one of my poems each week throughout the month.
Easter is Here! Let us rejoice for Christ has risen
Posted: March 30, 2024 in poemsTags: Easter, Jesus Christ, Leona M Seufert, Stations For a New Millennium, the Resurrection, the Risen Lord
Hark! A Sonrise
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Through desert and famine,
Through days without rain
Through death and destruction
A path of great pain.
He walked without crying
He walked for our sins
In light then in darkness
Until all became dim.
He took on the crimes
Our cross he did bear
We just turned our heads
We just didn’t care.
He knew we’d betray him
He knew he would die
And in a cold tomb
His body would lie.
But he was the Messiah
This world he would save.
As the Son of the Father
Rose from his earthly grave.
From the Epilogue of “Stations For a New Millennium” by Leona M Seufert
Poem of the Week
Posted: March 20, 2024 in poemsTags: food insecurity, Gaza, Golgotha, Jesus Christ, Lent, Leona M Seufert, Palestinian/Israeli war, Ramadan, starvation, Stations of the Cross, Via Dolarosa
It’s a horrible time with children starving in Gaza. They can’t celebrate Ramadan because there is no food or it’s too expensive. For Christians, we are coming to the last weeks of Lent when Christ died a horrible death for mankind’s sins. My poem reflects the horrors that are happening in our world. Read and weep:
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MT 25:42 42 For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink
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21st Century Golgotha
And the world turns in sorrow
And the world turns in pain
People are tortured
And killed in God’s name.
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A planet is ravished,
A planet is defiled.
Sin upon sin
By mankind piles high.
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The devil is walking
His power takes hold.
Christ’s 21st Century
Golgotha unfolds.
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Bleeding and battered
Head crowned with thorns
The Via Dolarosa
From our selfishness reborn.
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Prolog to “Stations of the Cross For a New Millennium
@2022 Leona M Seufert
Poem in Memory of a Friend
Posted: March 13, 2024 in poemsTags: Marguerite Dolch, Marguerite Dolch Yahrzeit, poetry
Who Will Light Your Candle?
In memory of my friend Marguerite Dolch
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Who will light your candle
When I’m gone?
Who will sing in your memory, a song?
Yahrzeits come and go
You’re forgotten, I know.
In some grave you lie.
Does anyone for you cry?
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The memories inside my soul
Will never grow old.
Though years keep us apart
You’ll always be in my heart.
When I too have passed
This poem I’ll leave behind.
Your photo and a burnt out candle
They’ll also find.
Quote of the Week
Posted: February 19, 2024 in QuotesTags: Edgar Cahill, Jonas Lie, quotations, Scandinavia, snow
Here in NJ we finally got snow! A lot. So here is a quote from Edgar Cahill about how the Scandinavian painter Jonas Lie viewed snow:
“He has always loved snow, feeling, as Scandinavians do, that snow is the year’s coat of ermine, the white mantle that protects…he sees more than the pictorial side of snow, he sees its whiteness, its stillness, its rich lusciousness.”
Meditate on that when you shovel out after our next storm!