Angst-a definition
Ahh, the joys of sorrow that has no base
Ahh, the manic joy
Anguished fretting over
Whatever can not be done or undone
Purposeless yet profound
Real yet without basis in reality
Such is angst
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
This is somewhat formal for a PIttsburgh girl--no MFA, just a love of words. By the way, I am doing half marathon. Joan Leotta has been playing with words since childhood. She has won awards in the USA and abroad for her writing and performing. Joan has four novels, a collection of short stories, and a picture book in print. Her poetry and essays are in Gnarled Oak, Red Wolf, A Quiet Courage, Eastern Iowa Review, Hobart Literary Review, Silver Birch, Postcard Poems and Prose and others. She recently completed a second term as a Tupelo 30/30 poet and her second picture book, Summer in a Bowl, comes out in September 2016. Joan also performs folklore and one-woman shows on historic figures and teaches writing and story performance. She lives in Calabash, NC with husband Joe where you can find her walking the beach or sorting travel photos. You can reach her at www.joanleotta.wordpress.com and https://www.facebook.com/pages/Joan-Leotta-Author-and-Story-Performer/188479350973
Angst-a definition
Ahh, the joys of sorrow that has no base
Ahh, the manic joy
Anguished fretting over
Whatever can not be done or undone
Purposeless yet profound
Real yet without basis in reality
Such is angst
Heat is the heart of summer. It is the sun’s time. Beaches wide with hot sand find relief only when the waves rise up to offer some relief.
Shade is a trickster
Trees conspire to make a place
Hidden from sun’s reign
Poetry marathon responses to prompts– I am working on number 6, the Haibun
9 am End
An End
1.Ending means excitement
wait is over
Baby arrives
Christmas is here
Paradise claimed
Celebration begins
2.—never forget
I can never forget
So, the day began
as always with a call from the nurse
at my doorway
not sure where I am
or why there is a nurse calling to me
the breakfast tray comes
the eggs look familiar
taste like nothing
didn;t I have this same meal
yesterday?
or another day?
A cheerful young woman
fluffs my pillow as I sit
up and murmmurs something
about activities
she seems familiar.
Still another girl
cones in to help me dress.
When did I acquire servants?
Around mid-day I hear something
something that indeed I do recognize
a voice.
“Hi Mom, How are you today?”
A kiss.
She loves me. It;s my daughter.
That I never can forget.
Sky colors burst into a riot of red and purple
Birds streaked by on their way home
I spied a sliver of moon in the bit of blue
remaining
then sun closed down his light
disappearing into the water
Horizon line blurred as dark water and dark sky
slowly became one
as darkness spread.
4.Write a ten line poem
Then add ten more, interspersed
Then take away eight
Who is sleeping
I woke up in the middle of the night
The frogs were calling out
So loudly
I loked out side the window
Saw a cat by the endege of the pon
Was he awtcing for a stry carp
Those were mostly heron prey
Was he watching for a frog
Was that to be his food today
Itappedn onteh window pane
——–oops I have exceeded the ten
To see if when I saw his face
I would rcognixe the cat
As coming from someone someplace
I knew
For someohoen that feline
Shape
Silver fur under silver moon seemed quite
Familiar to me
Then I have to bring it to an end
What happens when the cat turns toward me
Computers are they our friends?
No, unlike dogs they
Do not love us to the end
By the way, I did not see how to sign up for the half marathon or even to say that is the one I am doing.
Can you tell me how to do that? Sorry for the extra questions
Joanie
Ok, is this the way I am supposed to enter my poems on Sunday? A little confused about the technical issues–nothing new–I am far from a techie! Even your seemingly easy instructions are a bit of a mystery to me–I could not find the log-in and had to go to the url for admin to post this and to update profile.
Is there anything else I should know before Sunday?
Thanks