LIFE OF A POET - WOLFSROSEBUD

Today, my friends, I am pleased to present a poet who is very well-known in the blogosphere,  Patti Wolf, of Wolfsrosebud's Blog. I am sure many of you are familiar with Patti's work, and have bumped into her in the 'sphere. This poet lives in Wisconsin, where it is still winter. So bring your woolly scarves, let's go in and sit by the fire and sip on some hot chocolate, while we chat.

Sherry: Patti, thank you for allowing us to visit! I am so looking forward to this. Would you like to set the scene for us, give us a look at the poet at home?

Poem of the Week ~ Owl Night

Our Poem of the Week this week is Owl Night, from Wolfsrosebud's blog. The mood and imagery are wonderfully steeped in winter chill. Do peek at it on Patricia's blog, as the photo accompanying this piece is breathtaking. I could hear the owls calling, all the way through this poem. 

OWL NIGHT

As soothing, solitary, arctic moon shines,
shooting stars sprinkle a twilight bitter sky;
while phantoms are looting local forest floor…
high hooting, hooting heard an epistle cry.

Winter winds also cry whistling secret words
past pond laden with stinging frosty crystals,
as burdened branches are somberly swaying
stiff too the waters clinging, clinging to earth.

Waiting, waiting alert bulky downy head,
since her mating ritual has left her full.
Wings stretched wide skating across moon-lit billows;
hating to bear her pale, secret nesting site.

January’s invading, infernal snows;
there’ll not be trading atop towing tree
with the aid of God’s eternal holy hands.
No raiding, raiding of last breath this raw night.

It’s there I hear the hooting, hooting in still night
clinging, clinging to this rare twinkling moment.
Hands numb, toes frozen I stand waiting, waiting
to make sure there’s no raiding, raiding this night!


Come January, when the holidays have past, is when I can hear the lone cry of Mama Owl who waits long frosty nights protecting her nest. It’s those nights I appreciate my warm bed.

-Patricia Wolf

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Thank you so much, Patricia, for participating in our community. We so enjoy your unique view of the world. Kids, wasn't this the perfect poem for a dark and chilly New Year's Eve? I do hope all of you are having a lovely day and evening. We're counting down the hours now, until the brand new year. How on earth did 2012 fly by so fast?

Happy New Year, kids!

Life of a Poet ~ PattiKen and the Muses

by Sherry Blue Sky

Hi kids. I hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving and are all refreshed and ready to plunge back into the world of poetry again. This week’s poet claims she isn’t one, but I beg to differ, as I have been enjoying her poetry for a long time now. We are sitting down today with Patti, of PattiKen and the Muses.  For Patti,  I envision, (as it turns out, accurately),  a table at Starbucks,  some foamy lattes, and frequent ka-ching noises from the busy cash registers. Let’s gather ‘round.

Patti and friend

Poets United: Patti, thank you so much for sitting down with us.

Patti: Thanks again for asking me to participate.  The title threw me a bit. I have never seen myself as a poet. I sit down to write and sometimes a poem-like piece emerges, which always surprises me. Any poetry I manage to produce is an accident. Yes, that feels more like it:  The Life of an Accidental Poet.