Merry-go-round. #poetry

This is exactly how I feel right now. Full disclosure, this is a re-post from about a year ago. Test season is here. #teacherlife #writerslife

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Ensnared. #FFfAW #amwriting

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“Ensnared” by Pamela Schloesser Canepa.  (c) 2018

Oh, the tangled vine 

that ensnares my heart

and keeps me bound to you.

Oh, the centuries of longing

in pain, the fury

I cannot undo.

All of the sadness 

and mystery that

kept me frozen in fear….

Stranger, turn away,

and please don’t ask,

What happened here.

-Victim of a Salem Witch Trial, believed to have turned vines into snakes in grief over her lover dying.  It is said she, and the snakes, then froze on the spot.  The vines are still a horrifying, yet amazing scene.  Town officials dragged her away,  catatonic and motionless, then burned her at the stake.  Townspeople cheered them on, yet there was much talk about whether the punishment was fair, since she didn’t appear to feel any pain.  Her last words spoken have been passed down from generation to generation.

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*This flash fiction entry was fictional.  Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.  The Salem Witch Trials, however, are a historical fact.

Each week, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers presents a new photo prompt for consideration.  You never know what it might bring out!  Find out more about the weekly writing challenge and view other flash fiction offerings at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/01/08/fffaw-challenge-week-of-january-9-2018/  where you can also view the rules for this flash fiction challenge.

 

 

 

Nikki Giovanni, You Inspire Me!

Since I seem to have so little time to blog lately, I thought I would bring out one of my first WordPress posts about a subject dear to me, the inspiration I have received since youth from the poetry of Nikki Giovanni.

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From July 16, 2016:  My inspiration comes from many people and places, but one that is quite memorable is the poet, Nikki Giovanni.  I am fired up right now, because I got to hear her read at a luncheon today!

I love her smile here, and her lack of make-up or artifice.  She is herself, at home and comfortable in her own skin.  The first day I heard of her, I was not any of those things.  I was 20 years old, unsure of myself, finding myself the only one of my peer group in college, and how I got in I wasn’t always sure; I certainly assumed for several years I would not be going.  My self-esteem was hinging on some “boy” I was having some “sort of” relationship with while in college.  I thought about it, and him,  entirely too much.  Should I keep it going?  Should I…

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Morning Mantra. #amwriting #letterstomyself

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Photo taken at Jacksonville downtown Artwalk.
(c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa
I want world peace now.
Now is the time, and it starts with me
It starts with children, who taunt and ‘play’ for fun
It starts with adults who point fingers and judge.
It starts with a word. Think before your speak…because that thought starts with intention.
Forget what is said of the road to hell.
Start with your intention. Let it carry you.
Center your goals for today and stop pondering
all that you must do in reaction to yesterday.
Start with love and stop reacting to hate. Respond to vitriol with love. Return to a place of peace and love in your hurt when the building is burning down with hate, panic, or just plain chaos.
Start with love. Let it remain, let it be your home and your escape. Someone may just follow your example.
#letterstomyself #freeverse

Dreamin’ #poetry #dreams

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Dreamin’ (c) 2017 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

 

I dream of a California

that is untouched by flame,

of wide open spaces to which

no one lays claim.

I dream of a body

that’s not slowed down with pain

Of waterlogged islands

that can be home again.

I wish for outdoor concerts

not ruined by gunshots

And long for a leader

whose conscience can’t be bought.

I dream of a nation

embracing its weakest.

Acceptance and love,

to those of the outer reaches.

 

I dream with wanderlust

for I just want to escape

The feel, and the touch

of this year’s landscape.

I dream of a future

that is better than today,

that is spiritually evolved

from the world of yesterday.

I dream, but is that all?

For it has to start somewhere.

I dream, I share my dream,

and I wonder, just who cares?

 

*The poet, Pamela, was born in California.  Her own experience with the year 2017 has been a little rough.  Watching the news doesn’t help.  You may make conclusions about her political leanings.  That is your right.  We are all entitled to our opinion, but I think we’d all agree, the world, our nation, our people, have suffered a rough year.  Still, we can always hope for a better tomorrow and dream of a better world. 

 

 

 

 

We Are, a Haiku #amwriting

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We Are, a Haiku
Hurricane Irma Aftermath
(c) 2017

We are resilient,
Surviving the storm’s effects,
We are Florida.

**I’d like to offer a genuine prayer for the hurricane victims in TX, those enduring fires in the Northwest, and victims of natural disaster all over the world. May your spirits rise you up until circumstances improve.** I was humbled by this woman enjoying her kayak in the flooded street my neighborhood. Her smile touched me.
God bless us all!

#WeekendCoffeeShare. Turn off the News! #poetry

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Welcome to the Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Diana at parttimemonsterblog.com. If we were having coffee today, on August 18, I’d tell you I’m glad for a new school year in a job that I love, but I’m tired. I dream about distant shores, maybe since I didn’t travel much this summer, and my writing projects are on hold until I have the energy.
I’d tell you to stay safe during the upcoming eclipse, but to enjoy this natural phenomenon, because nature is the greatest thing in this world, and we should all appreciate it much more.
I’d also tell you I’m terribly sad for our world, and I am praying for peace while I avoid the news today. I just can’t take anymore of it today. I penned a poem expressing my frustration.

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(c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa, 2017.

On that note, I am signing off to spend some time with a loved one, enjoy some play with my dog, and hopefully have time for reading and appreciating nature! I suggest you all do something today that makes you appreciate this world.
Does anyone have a different hobby that gets them away from reality?
Have a great weekend, and check out the other coffee shares at parttimemonsterblog.com! You may even want to add your own.

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