Postcard: Autumn’s Last
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Postcard: October 6, 2024 Tithonia–Mexican Sunflowers
Happy Mother’s Day, 2024!
Hawaiian Sunset Tulip from Our Garden (Photo: Leslie Schultz)
April 27, 2024 The Daily Astonishments of the Garden
At the beginning of National Poetry Month, I shared a garden photo, stark (just daffodil spears and a small heap of snow) but with the promise of things to come. Since then, the Siberian scilla have come and gone,
and suddenly many new lives are unfolding. Today, I am glad to be able to share a few images of the current state of the garden.
Some of the garden denizens we planted (last year alone, a new ginkgo tree, five shrubs, and some two hundred bulbs) but many are volunteers, including the Siberian scilla and all the violets. On Thursday, we made some rustic trellises out of bamboo poles and planted some new seeds.
Like putting words on a page, everyday and every season in the garden begins with a plan, a certain rhythm, but then takes off with a life of its own. I am consistently inspired by, in the words of Dylan Thomas, how “the force that through the green fuse drives the flower” drives the whole world, including me. It has done from my green age all the way to now, a time of golden harvest in many ways.
Here is one last image.
I hope you will see something amazing outdoors today, some image to gather and bring home to brighten your interior world. LESLIE
April 9, 2024 Writing Poems for Fictional Characters, Part Two
Many thanks to those readers who took the time to wrestle with my question about whose (fictional) poetic voice shone through the hatchling poems for fictive characters that I shared on April 6. I truly appreciate your help–you know who you are!
It helped me to get your thoughtful responses. One such response, from a very accomplished writer of fiction, I will share here, since she shared it publically in the Comments Field:
“The age of a poet is always young. The place from which a poet creates can exist in all ages. I can’t discern the work of an elderly artist of any genre except maybe in skill and sophistication, both of which I see and read here. I wouldn’t have said “This is Leslie Schultz’s work” if you hadn’t told me it was, but knowing, I recognize your mind and heart and intellect in the compact poems packed with internal rhyme and evocative imagery. Which isn’t to say you can’t/didn’t write in other voices. If we can create characters, we can think and write and feel in their experiences, however close to or foreign from our own (if anything is).” Jan Newman
As to the fictive authorship of the six shared poems?
“Study of Cloud Rapture from the Shore” Older Poet
“Jenny Stubtoe” Younger Poet
“Candlelight at Point Reyes” Older Poet
“My First Shasta Soda” Younger Poet
“The Geode” Younger Poet
“White Egret, Green Field” Older Poet
Wishing you clear directions for your own day’s journey, wherever and however you are headed–LESLIE
