{npm23 – tetractys cinquain #17}

My cousin, Mary Lee, wrote a whole series of poems on the climate emergency last year (I think?) and I have to admit that some of them were depressing – because she needed to be real. People have been falsely optimistic for a long time, hoping good wishes would do the trick. It won’t. But, action will. My action has been to plant a garden – a tiny, hopeful, oxygenating thing to do. I’m trying to be an optimist – because I’m an Eeyore at heart. Here’s to thinking of what else we can do.

{npm23 – tetractys cinquain #14}

Last Sunday was the first in the seventies with sunshine since… who knows when. We have had weekday afternoons when it gets into the low seventies just before the wind picks up and the temperature drops back into the sixties, so a whole day during this unusually cool, windy spring after our unusually wet winter was so, so welcome. The whole neighborhood was outside for our day of sunshine, and with the doors and windows open, we could hear the joy in the air.

Poetry Friday today is hosted at Jone’s place.

{story chat: angie thomas & books of wonder}

A breezy, sunny weekend, good books and avid readers! Looking forward to hanging out in the North Bay this Saturday night!

And, then Sunday afternoon, I’ll be virtually jetting to New York to talk with even more great book people!

I hope you can join me one place or the other – you can definitely still reserve your spot on Crowdcast with Books of Wonder, so if you can, do! If not, there will be recordings and photographs posted from both events, and I’ll tell you all about them later.

Until then…

{npm23 – tetractys cinquain #11}

That gifted mathematician of classical times, Euclid, called the tetractys a true mystical symbol. A tetractys was a Pythagorean arrangement of 10 points in the form of a triangle with 1 point in the first row, two in the second, three in the third, and four in the fourth. Over time, that these numbers add up to a perfect ten came to be not just a mathematical thing, but many believed it to be quasi-spiritual and religious somehow. 1980’s English poet Ray Stebbings based his new poetic form on this triangular point pattern, substituting syllables for points in a pattern he called Britain’s “answer” to the haiku. True or not, this form has a triangular form (although I tweak that frequently by left or right justifying it), twenty syllables, and with its five lines it also falls under the categorization of cinquain.

Because the final line is ten syllables, rather wordier than a single syllable Crapsley cinquain, the syllabic difference can feel garrulous at first, and the ending kind of overdone. It’s a work in progress! I switched topics to the natural world, to give myself more space to play with this one: