God’s Children Flip Book: This is a book of Children’s poems I wrote and Illustrated by my daughter, Dahlia. The book consists of Sonnets, Hymns, Villanelles, Ballads, (Heroic) Couplets, Epigrams, Heterometric Rhymes, Odes, Biblical Free Verse, and other Forms of poetry, including ranges of prosody. It is appropriate for all ages.
It is mostly rhyming poetry and is Christian based. Surely, I have not taken my verse onto the Pulpit, instead writing contemporary poetry with the message and fibers of Christian faith, with its joy, kindness, peace and love.
When you click on the link and flip through the pages, you may have to wait a minute for the images to upload. Depending on your internet connection. I hope you enjoy the book and I hope it inspires some of our children during many of these schools’ closings due to the Coronavirus, to enact on their own creative endeavors. It brought me great joy working with my daughter creating this book and I am super proud of her. The book is dedicated to my daughter, Dahlia, and I also hope that every child knows how precious and sacred they are.
At the ocean, I counted waves. Doubled my math with white caps. Then my hands cupped sand and the sum was lost. These infinite places.
In the city, it seems the only lights come from skyscrapers, which compared to other peaks and the infinte stars, can we really compare? Less than or greater than?
I wonder how many people we have loved or in love? Not only people we love, but things: animals, flowers, places, food, books… add up each beloved part within us?
How many times have we victorified? Fill in the oval of types of victory. How many times have we prayed? Fill in the oval of types of prayers. How many times for joy? Fill in oval.
I sometimes make up my own words. I take the noun and do with it, as I please. In essence, I understand victorified is not a word, but it should be, when you think about it for those of us who love word crunching and inventing our own language,
Dear Daughter, I want to give you the mountains and the freshest fruit and a shooting star to show who you are. I want to give you the summer after a long cold winter. I want to give you endless happiness. I want to give you a house of flowers. I want the church bells to ring every year on your Birthday, and the candles on your cake giving you each wish you made. I want to give you the knowing of how much I love you and cherish you and how I am blessed by your preciousness and find so much joy in who you are. Love, Mom
after I had walked, my ring finger brushed flowers and petals but spirit moved me I ran until I was tired the grass beneath me Mother Earth at peace all in harmony // so I only sighed when I was tired and I picked myself up, catching the wind to see/feel glory there the buds of love.
I had found a way in with the sonnet, God, in this glass vessel of holy water – reflecting the sun while crystal rainbows shined out into day – divine assurance // unchanging deliverance this almighty sound in meter, this matter(s). I will sing forevermore – a locket of light anchored in my heart.
I have included a link to a youtube video of Gregorian chant. I have been thinking about what I could share that could be both uplifting, peaceful and healing. I found this to be all of those in addition to more. It reaches the octaves of light –
on a side note the word Octave is actually also the name of the first stanza/movement of the Sonnet and the second/last stanza of the Sonnet is the Sestet. If you are overwhelmed with all that is happening in the U.S. with COVID-19, or looking for something to distract yourself and you like learning about new things, I suggest you check it out on Wiki. It’s pretty neat; search the word, Sonnet. Once you understand the Form of the Sonnet and the mechanics of it your experience of reading a Sonnet may change. Finally, for those really interested in the Form of the Sonnet, the transition from the Octave to the Sestet is probably the most important transition.
Here are the beautiful Nuns of St. Cecilia’s Abbey, with the link: