Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Today, Valentine’s falls on Ash Wednesday - the beginning of Lent and, in many churches, the annual 40-day season of introspection and self-examination that leads to confession, repentance, and the spiritual freedom needed to receive the joy of Easter.
At first, though, it seems ironic that a Valentine’s Day of flowers and candy coincides with a time typically thought of as giving up something - such as flowers and candy! But then, the colliding and coinciding can help us to see what they have in common with each other and this blog – love.
Praise God our Father!
Blessings on our Mother Earth.
We are their love child.
Mary Harwell Sayler, ©2017 from PRAISE! published by Cladach Publishing
Love of the beloved needs expression! The highest examples of these come in the Bible, the trek toward Easter, and the love expressed in poetry.
You’re undoubtedly read love poems – from greeting card verse on a Valentine to the 23rd Psalm to the poetic lines of a romantic sonnet. As a poet or student of poetry, you’ve probably tried your hand at writing a love poem too, but “love” has many faces.
Take, for example, from my book Faces in a Crowd this prose poem I’ll explain once you’ve had a chance to experience it.
after reading Attila Jozsef
Attila the Hungarian poet, I really love you. Please
believe me before you throw yourself beneath that
train. The fright of flying freight crushes my reading
of your prose poems – poems poised with insight
and odd juxtaposition. I try to rescue the paragraphs
you pose from extermination, reeling as I read. What
can I do but pet The Dog you left behind, ragged and
muddy, ready to avenge your wounds and scavenge
the pieces of God you hid in my upper berth on this
Ever since childhood, I’ve “loved” poetry, which led to my reading the best works of classical and contemporary poets as evidenced in the above poem and also in the photo on the top right side of this page. Once my tastes in poetry became more eclectic than rhyming quatrains, I discovered poets from all over the world, each of whom brought experiences beyond my own.
Attila Jozsef of Hungary was one such poet. After I’d run across one of his wonderful poems in an anthology of poetry from all over the world, I researched him on the Internet, hoping to find more of his work. I did, indeed, find many thought-provoking, deliciously worded, introspective poems (suitable for Lent) such as “The Dog,” but I also learned he’d committed suicide by throwing himself in front of a train. That sad news stunned me into a poem pleading for life and poetry and, perhaps, for his forgiveness of those of us who have led easier lives.
Contemplation of our ease versus dis-ease, our lives versus death, our love versus bigotry, bias, boredom, and indifference gives us the stuff of which poetry and Lent are made. But the greatest of these is God’s Word of love.
If God didn’t love you, no eyes, no ears
would weave into your gut, no
heart would arch into the inner soles
of your shoes, showing you where to go.
If God didn’t trust you, there would be
no joy to oil your neighbors, no love to
cover the sins of your enemies, no Good
News to paper the walls of your head.
by Mary Harwell Sayler from poetry book, Outside Eden, published by Kelsay Books
Friday, February 9, 2018
As a kid, I used to draw faces. The similarities and dissimilarities between us make a fascinating mix we could observe forever and still find something unique. Now, as a poet-writer in all genres, I seldom draw anything, but I continue to be drawn to people and the human and spiritual natures that connect us and yet differ too.
Take, for example, the general, skeletal outline we share. Some bones seem shortened, some elongated, some sturdy, some rather frail. Regardless, we each have a skeleton wrapped in us.
Or take our eyes. Some seem as open to fresh air as windows on an afternoon in Spring, while others seem unfathomable or (shudder) unlit. Nevertheless, we're each meant to have eyes.
And what about our poetic interests? Children like to experiment, play, and discover, but people who lose those qualities of wonder may be less apt to investigate new territories or develop creativity.
To be honest, I didn’t think about any of those things before writing “Adult Coloring Book.” Instead, the poem rose to the surface for me to write down and, only later, invite me to explore my ongoing interest in “you,” “them,” and (my favorite) “us.”
Adult Coloring Book
The people in these poems are void
of pigment – transparent but for bones
of chalk, Swiss cheese, or granite.
Sometimes they look at us with eyes
cat-colored by the sun but never sky
or tree bark or lumps of unlit coal.
Their hands weave lace from sea foam
and sew dandelions around our souls.
They stitch together words in folds
of scripture, ready to read us, ready
to color us whole.
By Mary Harwell Sayler, ©2017, from poetry book Lost in Faith
Lost in Faith
Thursday, January 11, 2018
Take, for example, the poem “When The Wing Gives Way,” in which the poet, like most of us, is getting too accustomed to death:
“I want to be more ready than I am today.
Ready to let what is left lift me, draw me into meanings
that will shatter me more than this.”
And consider her response to doubt in the poem by that name, which opens with these lines:
“I look at it this way: either you exist or you don’t. I don’t think –
in your case – there’s an in-between a ‘sort of’ God….”
And ends with the light touch of humor found in some of the poems:
“the same one who invented oxygen invented doubt and I guess
that sort of variety keeps things moving, which you are a fan of.
No doubt about that.”
In “Day of Faith,” the poet reminds us:
“Most of us believe in something:
the garden, a star, the scrape
of the stone rolling back….
“What is death but the truth of incompleteness?
An unpicked pear mottles in the grass.
The well fills and unfills.
One early sparrow can’t help but sing.”
As I read through the book, I marked it up – underlining exquisite phrases and putting an asterisk beside favorite poems such as “Atonement,” which begins with the “I” of the poem, starting a small fire and placing:
“On top of the stones, a small pile of messages
written on rice paper and folded into thumb-sized
packets, each with its own label: Fear, Guilt, Anger.”
In this act of confession:
“Righteousness was the first to go, its message
curled and crumpled, the dark ink dissolved to smoke
then drifted a little in the biting breeze.
My disappearing sins warmed me first
before reuniting with everything.”
And that’s what this book does well: reunites us - with God, each other, and our amusing selves.
Mary Harwell Sayler, ©2018, reviewer and poet-author
Almost Entirely, paperback
Friday, December 29, 2017
For some poets and writers, titles come easily, often bringing us our first clue about the lines of a new poem or contents of a new book. For others, thinking of titles adds stress, but that can be a good thing if you’re stressing a main point or theme.
As you collect your poems for a book or chapbook, begin by selecting a central theme or focus.
That job will be easier if you type each poem on a separate page with a key word at the top. You can then do a word search in your computer file to assist you in gathering poems relevant to a particular theme.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, “10 Tips on Titles for a poem or poetry book,” my first experience with this began by searching for “Nature” poems in my Word file, gathering poems with that emphasis, and entitling the book Living in the Nature Poem.
I’m very happy with that title, but since that book’s publication by the environmentally-minded Hiraeth Press in 2012, I’ve looked for poems with interesting titles or lines that speak for the whole book.
The title of a key poem can provide the ideal book title.
This works especially well if your choice summarizes or symbolizes the contents of your book and/or gives your readers an entrance into your theme, purpose, and poetry.
For example, my next book of poems published by Kelsay Books, Aldrich Press, in 2014, came about as I searched my files for poems with some reference to the “Bible.” That collection included “Lot’s Wife Visits Genesis 19,” “Having a Word with Judah,” “Manager Scene,” “Message to Mary,” “Re: Deemed,” and others based on recognizable Bible stories. However, none of those poems spoke for the whole book. So I turned back to the beginning of time and wrote "Outside Eden,” which became the book's title poem, starting with these lines:
“Away from the flaming torches,
everything grows dark.
want me near?”
Those words could express the dilemma we all have, living, as we do, outside Eden. Since it seems to me the entire Bible brings us God’s Word that, yes, God wants us near, the poem said what the entire book aims to show and, perhaps, build faith and relationship in the process.
The poem “Faces in a Crowd” provided the title for my next book, which I decided to self-publish in 2016. For years I’ve been drawing faces, portraying people in fiction, and observing people in poems – not to call anyone out, but to give a glimpse of those unlike ourselves while showing how much alike we are, despite our differences. With so much to divide us, I believe that merely taking time to find out where someone else is coming from can be enough to spark empathy for one another. For instance:
Faces in a Crowd
Why trouble yourself with tea leaves
or try to discern the lines in a palm
when you can read faces?
See how the dark centers
of her eyes light up only
as she looks at a child?
And watch her cornered
mouth turn down
even as she laughs.
Hard times cannot be hidden
beneath the cut of hair
nor foundations concealed
with makeup meant to attract
a man, but then
Can you see
that forlorn little boy, alone,
waiting to be remembered
inside the grown man,
in clouds of anger?
After gathering poems I’d labeled over the years as “People,” “Social Comment,” or “Relationships” for the book Faces in a Crowd, I felt urged to do something foreign to me: praise! So, for the next year, each day began with a phrase or sentence that led into a praise poem, which I subsequently published on my blog by that name.
When that flow of poems suddenly ceased, I realized I had a book that Cladach Publishing might like, so I sent the manuscript to them, and in March 2017, editor-publisher Catherine Lawton released PRAISE! Each poem in the book reflects that title, but this poem summarizes:
Praise God our Praise –
there is none:
no cause for joy,
no source of love,
no hope of peace.
Praise God Who dwells
in us and around us –
enthroned on our praises –
uplifting our days.
Since I began writing as a child, my Word file now gives me many hundreds of poems from which to choose. Yet those poems seem to gravitate toward my favorite subjects – i.e., Bible, prayer, people, and nature. If you’ve also been drawn to writing about your favs, the number of poems you have on a single theme or topic can help you decide whether to do a chapbook of about 20 to 24 poems or a book of about 75 pages.
I felt certain I’d have enough “Faith” poems for another book, and I did, but then I couldn’t find The poem that spoke for the whole collection. I wanted readers to know these would not be “greeting card” poems or fluff but would deal honestly with struggles between faith and doubt. And so, for this latest poetry book, Lost in Faith, I wrote the title poem after the fact in an effort to summarize and to give readers an idea of what to expect:
Lost in Faith
by You, Lord?
I throw myself
on your mercy.
That’s the last of the poetry books planned for now, but recently a writer friend encouraged me to reissue an inspirational romance novel set in Florida in 1895, which Zondervan published over three decades ago. Hopefully, time, writing experience, and the computer ease of revising a manuscript helped me to tweak the book, while retaining the original characters, story line, and title.
Although this latest release is fiction, rather than a book of poetry, the title comes from the closing lines of a song (aka poem) that the main character “writes” throughout the book, Hand Me Down the Dawn.
Whether you’re writing a book of fiction, nonfiction, or poetry, keep searching for a poetic title or a title poem that encompasses your contents, sets a mood, and invites readers to see for themselves that this book is for them.
Mary Harwell Sayler, ©2017
Hand Me Down the Dawn
Lost in Faith
Faces in a Crowd
Saturday, November 25, 2017
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Monday, October 23, 2017
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God bless Glynn Young for his review of my new book and his ongoing encouragement to poets and poetry.
God bless Glynn Young for his review of my new book and his ongoing encouragement to poets and poetry.
Friday, October 6, 2017
For some time I’ve been reviewing poetry books by other poets on this blog, but with several of my own poetry books now in print, I hope to post poems from each book with a word about what went into their making. That’s the kind of thing poets often ask about at writing conferences or readers want to know at poetry readings. Happily, this little site on the Internet gives us an opportunity to meet together and chat about poems.
Starting with my first poetry book in print, Living in the Nature Poem published in 2012 by Hiraeth Press, the following poem came about as I tried to find a way to accept – and perhaps even appreciate – the conflicts found in nature. Although I love the wildlife surrounding me in my woodsy Florida home on a small lake, this doesn’t always display the pretty little picture, which I prefer. Thinking about that coaxed this poem into being:
Tribulations of a Playful Poet
The alligator owns all rights
to the lily pads,
gliding by, right when I'm writing
If I were to wade into the waters
around a dry bouquet
the head of the alligator
would bloom beside me.
Where can I hide
from this presence?
How can my poems evade
the hidden claws,
the baffling jaw
eager to emerge?
Mary Harwell Sayler, ©2012, from the poetry book published by Hiraeth Press Living in the Nature Poem
This morning while I was still considering whether to begin this new phase on the Poetry Editor & Poetry blog, I took my coffee onto our deck and saw what we occasionally glimpse, moving about beneath the water but, in 15 years, had never fully seen on our lake until “a sign” arose today! Thankfully, my camera has a zoom lens for taking this picture:
photo by Mary Harwell Sayler, ©2017