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Sheila Reads Her Poems for National Poetry Month — 8 Comments

  1. Dear Sheila,

    Thank you for always celebrating National Poetry Month. I wanted to respond by now (I read this post at the beginning of the month).

    How wonderful to see you in your study and hear your thoughts and a reading of some of your poems. Truly a pleasure!

    I appreciated your inclusion to consider what makes a poem stronger and what will make them more true and how the images connect, becoming larger than the whole. The quote you said from Stanley Plumly – “a poem weighs more at the end than at the beginning” – and your explanation after really struck me when you said, “which means we find our way as we’re writing the poem to something we didn’t know we could say or how we would say it.” This is something I’ve only recently come to realize – I’m finding that it’s becoming a more authentic approach for me to tell my stories through poems. And now I’m beginning to look at the poets and poems that inspire me and notice how I’m connecting to the poets’ stories through their poetic words. So thank you for reinforcing my realization! I’m also beginning to learn to trust myself as a writer and poet.

    I want to express just how deeply your poems touched me. “For My Daughter Who Has Gone to Study in Japan” is very endearing – to hear a mother’s thoughts on her daughter’s departure and looking back on some tender memories of when she was a child. Simply beautiful! I think I feel the emotion even more because as you know, I didn’t and don’t have the best relationship with my mom. And of course, I love the moon, so I appreciated its metaphoric reference to the speaker’s pregnancy. And I love the sounds in this poem, such as “first fall fog rolls in from Puget Sound” and “folding origami paper into cranes, crossing cooking / skewers for a mobile to hang them from. The ending is exquisite, we get the speaker’s sadness from the wet leaves, and yet there’s a sense of pride in her daughter with the final words: “her daughter far away and bright.” What a beautiful poem of release, trust, and acceptance.

    In “Today Kuwano-san Is Called Kuwano-sensai, Teacher,” I admire the poem’s precision and how concise it is, saying only what is needed and not a word more. The juxtaposition of the younger women preparing the tea ceremony with the immobile elder woman who’s actually blind and deaf and asleep is very powerful. And the ending is extraordinary – I felt it right in the gut!

    And I can’t get this image out of my mind from “In Berlin We Stand on a Parking Lot Meridian:” “can not stop / looking at his bare and unprotected legs.” So many layers of meaning in this one haunting image: unprotected from the sun’s damaging rays, unprotected from a “glass floor,” unprotected from people with horrible intentions, unprotected from what’s beyond the speaker’s control. A very haunting poem indeed.

    I also enjoyed the final poem’s prompt – to write a poem about something you could never declare your independence from. Your poem has inspired me to try this exercise! Thank you.

    By the way, I was so taken with all the poems you read that I just had to order your book from Amazon. It has arrived, and I’ve already enjoyed the pleasure of reading the poems you shared here.

    Best wishes with your new manuscript!
    Cyndi

    • Cyndi,
      Thank you for your lovely description of how the poems moved you and how the lessons from how I wrote them will help you write more of your own wonderful poems. It is a pleasure to share my writing and I am glad to be able to do it now via desktop videos. I hope the poetry in the book inspires you. I really appreciate the time you took to describe your response to my reading for Writing It Real members.
      Sheila

  2. Thank-you Sheila, Love your words of poetry, want to capture the images and hold onto them. What was the name of the book you were reading from, For some reason it looked new to me and I couldn’t read the title.
    Funny how those poems from other times stick with us and bring us back to those places like being current visitors to a far off time.
    Yes, we all need to bring color to this grey world in our own way.
    And I’ll look for places to find poetry.
    Thank you again.

  3. Thank you Sheila for such a beautiful start to a beautiful day here in California. My favorite poem was “Poetry.” You made laugh out loud and tear up as well!

  4. Dear Sheila, What a great gift your reading of poems is to me this morning after hearing of the bombing in Syria. As you say, “poems don’t lecture,” but your poems deeply remind us of what is good and right and beautiful in the world, what must be cherished and protected. Thank you so much for this.

    • Judith, Your words mean a lot to me. Writing and reading poems saves the soul and helps us have the conversation we need to with ourselves and others at all times, and especially in times of difficulty. Sheila

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