Spoken Word Spotlight: Catch A Firefly/S. Francis

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Welcome to Spoken Word Spotlight.  Every Wednesday, Christine brings a writer’s words to life.  This week she brings us a beautiful and nostalgic poem by Barista S. Francis. Sit back, take a sip of coffee, close your eyes and enjoy.

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Come and catch a firefly with me
Like we are children playing free
Alone in a field designed for us
The grass, the trees, the flowers,
Perfection. What shall we do with it?
Put it in a jar, poked holes in lid,
Watch it become our lantern?
Or watch it languish alone?

Do we dare lift the lid, reach inside
Draw the firefly out to the jar’s rim
And then sit together and just watch?
Our eyes open await the exact moment
When it chooses to take flight,
Trace a swift arc around our field
To recapture enough lost time to then
Light up a whole new universe within.

We will each reach out our hand
To try and catch it again, this light
Passing through our fingers like air,
Until I close my eyes like a blind man,
Turn my fingers to your skin and trace
The wholeness of a moment I had sought
When I first became aware of light spilling
Down the back of my soul, needing capture.

Turn the Night On- Christine Ray (Brave and Reckless) & S Francis (SailorPoet)

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“Looks like they are at it again,” Mouse.

“Did you have your coffee, yet,” Gecko?

“No, make you a cup while we watch them work?”

“Sounds excellent.”

Presenting another collaboration between S Francis and Christine
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Won’t you stay,

My love?

 

Outside snow falls steady

Gusted by north wind

Tapping at our window

Inside these walls

A fire burns

 

Softly

So softly

Spread your

Raven hair

Upon my pillow

 

Gently

So gently

We will unfold

Our layers

Like origami flowers

 

Reveal the

Treasure at the core

Offer it like pearls

That dissolve

On our tongues

 

Won’t you stay my love?

turn the night on

now

 

Won’t you stay my love?

Turn the night on

Now?

Won’t you stay,

My love?

 

As bitter winds blow

and frost grows in ferns

Across the window

Inside these walls

A fire burns

 

Softly

So softly

Fall into my

Chocolate eyes

Across the pillow

 

Gently

So gently

I will rub

My hands across

Your silk skin.

 

Offer the

Tenderness in your core

In small gasps

That dissolve

On our tongues.

 

Won’t you stay my love?

Turn the night on

Now?

Cafe Chat: Backcatablog Alisa Hutton at Dusted Words and a response poem “No Ordinary Day”

Hi.  Remember me?  S Francis here from SailorPoet.  Over the next few weeks I will be transitioning my collaborative work over to the GDG.  Hope you are all well.

Here, I revisit my backcatablog of Alisa’s work.

At long last! Alisa, thank you for your patience, but after Chuck’s comprehensive review of your work, I recognized that the work required of me for Backcatablogging had transformed. Alisa’s writing is fantastic and I am very eager to see her hang out at the cafe from time to time as it allows. First, let Chuck speak for himself with his fantastic work here:

https://thereluctantpoetweb.wordpress.com/2017/05/09/back-catalogging-the-works-of-alisa-hutton-from-dustedwords-com/

https://dustedwords.com/about/

After Chuck had provided the details, I needed to inhabit the words and find a response vehicle. I also learned that I needed to think through what backcatablogging was all about. I want to invite writers looking through the window into the cafe, spend some time learning about them and their writing, listen, read, and then inhabit their words and the worlds they create. Hopefully, I will be able find a piece of my own voice through their writing and let it prompt something that becomes a sort of hybrid.

Alisa writes about the ocean, living on the Pacific side of North America, I found a common connection with my own love for the ocean growing up on the Atlantic side of North America. So, I set myself a task of writing a found poem and ran a search on her blog for the word ocean:

https://dustedwords.com/?s=ocean

You can follow the link above to the search, and then link to the many wonderful poems that provided me the words for my response poem. My next step was to cut and paste all the lines with the word ocean in them. Then the crafting began. I challenged myself to find a narrative arc from these lines, beginning with “The ordinary day/ my ocean died.” It took some time to get to that arc, but it ended up being one about healing and a She – reading Alisa’s poems there is a “She” that runs through the lines as a character – perhaps this is the same She, or a different She. I think, mine is Ocean, my first Love.

Alisa, thank you for your words, thank you for writing, and I hope to see you around the cafe!

This is for you, distilled from your words, some lines so perfect I kept them as is:

no ordinary day

that ordinary day

my ocean died

She took my hand

led me through

my deepest fears

in Her gentle arms

breathing salt air

She whispered tides

no one would notice

they swallowed me

we drank medronho

far from the edge

where fish

offered nourishment

healing and growth

we sank we rose

She washed over me

that clear winter night

when the moon danced

dusted with magic

Song of the Week – Patrick Watson – Man Under the Sea – Introducing Barista Alisa – and a response poem – Weight Ocean Weight

I have just finished reading Alan Lightman’s book The Accidental Universe, a very good and respectful discussion that allows space in the world for both science and faith. He divides the book into seven essays to explain different understandings of the universe from all disciplines of science with a respectful reverence for both the technical and the spiritual aspects of our existence: Accidental, Temporary, Spiritual, Symmetrical, Gargantuan, Lawful, and Disembodied. I recommend taking a week to read the book, one chapter a day, and let his thoughts permeate your thinking and creativity. With discipline, time and a safe place to create, each chapter could inspire you to develop a deeper understanding of the meaning of your life, our existence in the universe, and how much we should respect the simplest fact that we are alive. Whether you believe an intelligent being created this place or that it is the result of the most miraculous and random alignment of singular circumstances or any variation in between, we should share one thing: AWE. We should share this awe and let our beliefs and faiths guide a fabulous conversation about what matters more: we exist and we will never really, truly know why.

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Friends o’ GDG: Poet Girl Em Has a Table at the Cafe

This week, I will be sharing with you some very close friends of the Cafe. Poet Girl Em played the part of Leonardo DiCaprio to my Cillian Murphy a few months back when we has some exchanges in an imaginary cafe. Somewhere back in late March or early April are some comments that have me responding to Em sitting at a cafe. This inspired us to write responses to each other. My Sunflower poem on Sudden Denouement is also a response to one of her posts. Rumor has it we have an anchorage to tend to, give us some time, we will get to it.

In March…

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Letter to a Young Café: Letter One – 11 – 6 – 17

“… ask yourself in the stillest of night: must I write? Delve into yourself for a deep answer. And if this should be affirmative, if you may meet this earnest question with a strong and simple ‘I must,’ then build your life according to this necessity; your life even into its most indifferent and slightest hour must be a sign of this urge and a testimony to it.” – Rainer Maria Rilke (trans. M. D. Herter Norton) First Letter to a Young Poet

And so… the Go Dog Go Café, a community of writers and friends who hope to help welcome you and listen to the words you feel compelled to write. Pull up a chair, write, read, drink your favorite coffee, stick around for a while and share your journey as a writer. This global bunch of folks connected through Word Press, and we hope that you will find our virtual café as inclusive, supportive, and encouraging as we have found one another. Maybe, like me, you have turned inward year after year and seem to have always felt a compulsion to write and are now looking for a venue where your music can be heard. Maybe you are like others who have discovered the necessity to write only recently. Maybe you have refined your craft of writing and need a place to polish your art and gain that last bit of confidence before seeking out places to publish. Maybe you are still finding a voice to make your writing distinctly your own. All are welcome here at the Café.

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Dancing at the Go Dog Go Café

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Sometimes the baristas just can’t resist the beat and vibe going on in the Café. Earlier this week me and SailorPoet (or is it SailorPoet and I?) let the music run away with us and oh how we danced.

Across a table
Coffee aromas inspire
Poetic dancing.

Dancing poems paint walls
Blank no more with words demand
Heard demand more words

Driving a heartbeat
Foxtrot, Tango, a Polka?
Dance in this moment.

Dance, dance
Just dance
Let the words
Become the Moment
The moment the words.

And in the passing
will be forever, etched
on the papers of time.

Grab a barista, a coffee, a pen, anyone or anything in the Go Dog GO Café and dance. We would love to see it.

Hey There, Little Girl

Hey there little girl
Standing by the sea wall
Don’t you know that
The tide isn’t due for hours?
I don’t want to see you
With tears in your eyes,
You deserve so much more.

So raise your head
Brighten your eyes
It is not hard to try.
All you need is a smile
That is what I have to give.

Hey there little girl
With the broken China doll
Don’t you know that
You are breaking more than the doll?
I don’t want to see you
With tears in your blue eyes,
You deserve so much more.

So raise your head
Brighten your eyes
I give you my smile
For you to return,
It is what you need.

Little girl,
Hey there little girl
Do not let those tears
Run down your blushed cheeks.
If they begin to fall
Call out for me
I will wipe your eyes.

I love you little girl,
I love you.

 

To learn more about this poem follow this link:

https://sailorpoet.com/2017/06/09/hey-there-little-girl-1987-age-16/