RV Poetry

I know my blog title confuses the heck out of people who stumble upon it without knowing who I am. It was not meant to, and yet, I like that it does. I knew when I created this blog, we wanted to RV in the future, but when I came up with the title, it’s meaning was much less about RVing – it is just that the act of Rving reflects my vision so much more. My tag line to the title is self-explanatory, I hope.

Poetry is very much a part of my life: rough draft poetry as I have said before, because most of life is done as a rough draft, we react. But there is something to be said for poetry that is edited and tweaked.

Now if I say I am writing haiku or senryu, many don’t know what the latter is (I didn’t) and others think haiku is nature and descriptive, and would rather just look at nature than read someone’s words about it.

On Twitter, we have allowed ourselves the freedom to play. Much of the haiku you find is so untraditional purists are closing their eyes as they grimace. There is a lot of beautiful and pure haiku posted, too.

One individual, an animal activist, musician, and poet – as well as an everyday human being, is also a collector. He spends extraordinary amount of time searching to post for us what he feels is the best haiku, senry, tanka, and micropoetry posted on Twitter on any given day. He is known as the Dragonfly Hunter.

But, he does not choose only the pure, but, also, the clever, well thought out, different. All are tiny slices of life: seen, hidden, wanted, cast aside, loved, hated; even the everyday. Real life.

Check out the Dragonfly Hunter’s collection. Let your eyes skip across the page and light at random. I dare you: The Dragonfly Archives

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The poem below (Don’t run away, please, one poem won’t hurt you!)… lost my train of thought. Oh. This poem was posted this morning at MeeAugraphie.com, my poetry blog – but I feel it needs repeating!

Few people can forget it is 9/11, even those that prefer to. I think some feel too much attention is paid on it – even though they do have the upmost respect for what people suffered. Those that suffered the most may not understand that way of thinking, but some people are different in grieving habits. But every memorial pulls sorrow a bit farther away from the heart hanging on to it… bit by bit healing happens for some.

And, I know, you are thinking, “What the heck are you doing, Marcia, this is Only the Good Friday? Helloooo.”

To coin a phrase, “I’m just saying…” I know the good below happens somewhere to someone on 09/11 – my heart told me so and it never ever lies! So, I’m sharing it with you.

Intervention by Nature


Tears hung in waiting, locked
securely in heart’s hold

but nature conspired release
in rendezvous with mind,

So, blue sky reflected love
while rainbows wrapped your heart

as hidden stars winked in knowing,
they’d be reached for again.

Sun rays dimmed quietly in respect
and moon glow dispelled the dark

and lightning flashed quick memories
bringing laughter out to play

Bold thunder cried for healing,
and your fear and hate lost grip

allowing instincts’s tidal pull
to kidnap your tears at sea

Marcia McLees Bogaert
09/11/09

There, thank you for reading it. It poured out of my soul this morning onto paper.

Check out what Shelly discovered about family history, it is really strange, as I checked a bit of mine in recent months. Add your own!

Remember the past, believe in the future, be yourself today.

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Hopelessness Unveiled

She sits alone
another dawn passed
another night approaching.

She no longer knows how to reach out
for her past attempts were rejected so often
her heart booted out
any hope for success.

He sits alone
another dawn passed
another night approaching.

He no longer knows how to reach out
for he never learned how
and those that reached for him met their demise
as did his hope.

But does not hope for them
lie now
with you and I?

MeeAugraphie
07/17/09

Time, it was, for poetry, for a reminder that we can make a difference to human beings around us by mere contact. And yes, it was as much a reminder to me, as to all of you. So easy for us to get involved in our own world.

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One
Two
Three Four Five

Today I’m glad to be alive.

Six
Seven
Eight Nine Ten

Tomorrow I hope to be again!

MeeAugraphie
04/04/09

Numbers are running amuck in my head today, I woke up, told myself after yesterday’s serious poem, I wanted to be a bit more humorous. A number poem about a piñta formed – before I was even out of bed – so I typed it on my iPhone and emailed it to post later. You know it is short if I had to type it that way! The Chronicles of Sammy, One.

And, after writing a fun poem from the point of view of a “dog with attitude” in response to Poetic Aside’s animal prompt after coffee, the numbers shoved their way back into my head. (This is National Poetry Month, and poets, and even non-poets, are taking advantage of any excuse to write!)

So, let my quick poem stand as my Only the Good Friday post. (Yes, I know I am late again!) For you see Shelly’s meme is about writing about good, and not being snarky, at least, one day a week. Being grateful is good. Plus:

• I allowed myself to start my day being who I am – and who I choose to be: a poet who writes primarily in rough draft.
• The rest of the day, I am going to be a responsible adult and do what needs be done!

I won’t tell you it is already lunch time…

If you merely forgot to write about good yesterday or just need to hear it today, click on the button below, join in, or just read Shelly’s, then follow her links to other “Only the Good” posters! Smiles will rule the world!

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