I have discovered the joy of writing poetry by taking workshops with Edwina Trentham (who I call “The Divine Poetess.”) She is an amazing poet and teacher who brings out the best in her students at all her workshops. Because of her support, I have had two of my poems published. One is a found poem I created titled, “Gasconading Bluster” which is found in the anthology titled, “Unlocking the Word: An Anthology of Found Poetry,” by Joel Zdanys, PhD, which is available on Amazon.com.

My poem, Evensong, was published on the Connecticut Poetry Society’s website in August 2017. Here it is:

Evensong

Sing unto the Earth a new song

for She has done marvelous things

Glory be to sparrow for her hymn

of laudation to the eventide

Glory be to surging and surrendering

like the ruffling and swirling and furling waves

Glory be to gossamer clouds, buoyantly scudding

above our strife and struggle

Glory be to the sanctifying wind, chanting

a psalm of mystery

Glory be to a sunset exuberant, slowly cloaking

itself in sacred twilight

Sing praises to Wisdom

Sing praises to Beauty

Sing praises to Creation

Glory be

I wrote the following poem in reaction to the devastating news that Trump won the presidency. As I watched all the pink-capped women marching on the day of his inauguration, I couldn’t help but seeing a murmuration of like-minded people uniting to make a statement for change.

the murmuration

January 21, 2017

                           a swirling, flowing collective

                      shape-shifting into an assembly united in flight,

                             designed to establish distance from

                                                     the predator

                                                             lurking at the edge of the formation

                                                     the flock responds as one,

                                           it will not be divided,

                                       at the cusp of the shift

                                at the critical transition,

         each member coordinates her movement with

               her seven nearest neighbors

                      creating a ballet encompassing

                          millions of pink-capped sisters

                                 twirling and spiraling and surging

                                           in synchronicity

                                                    across the sky