Maureen Applegate...2 Doris DiSavino...7 Marilyn Downing...6 Lynn Fetterolf...4 Ann Gasser...17 Katie Kahn...15 Nancy Henry Kline...12 Inge Logenburg Kyler...2 “Pennessence”– “Pennessence”– “Pennessence”– “Pennessence”– The Essence of PPS, The Essence of PPS, The Essence of PPS, The Essence of PPS, (Pennsylvania Poetry Society, Inc.) (Pennsylvania Poetry Society, Inc.) (Pennsylvania Poetry Society, Inc.) (Pennsylvania Poetry Society, Inc.) April, May, June 2014 2014 2014 2014 1. Louisa Godissart McQuillen...13 Carol Dee Meeks...5 Marie-Louise Meyers...8 Jacqueline Moffett ..3 & 16 Prabha Nyak Prabhu...9 Carolyn L.Williams...10 Lucille Morgan Wilson...14 Charlotte Zuzak...11 (Poems by PPS members —Electronically-shared) copyrighted by authors 28 lines or less, formatted and illustrated by Ann Gasser with digital paintings, digital collages, and other shared images.unless stated otherwise PPS members are invited to submit. Deadline for receiving—1st of each month, poems appearing in order received Target date for sending out—10th of each month Please note: On April 9th my computer crashed and died. A number of files flew off into Cyberspace never to be seen again, and some that were salvaged and copied onto a replaement computer two months later, are still playing hide-and-seek. Meanwhile, other, more urgent PPS tasks, claimed priority and PENNESSENCE had to wait. My sincere apologies to those who may have sent a poem that does not appear in this issue. Please re-send it and pray all will now be back on track for July.
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Maureen Applegate...2
Doris DiSavino...7
Marilyn Downing...6
Lynn Fetterolf...4
Ann Gasser...17
Katie Kahn...15
Nancy Henry Kline...12
Inge Logenburg Kyler...2
“Pennessence”–“Pennessence”–“Pennessence”–“Pennessence”– The Essence of PPS,The Essence of PPS,The Essence of PPS,The Essence of PPS, (Pennsylvania Poetry Society, Inc.) (Pennsylvania Poetry Society, Inc.) (Pennsylvania Poetry Society, Inc.) (Pennsylvania Poetry Society, Inc.)
April,May,June2014201420142014
1.
Louisa Godissart McQuillen...13
Carol Dee Meeks...5
Marie-Louise Meyers...8
Jacqueline Moffett ..3 & 16
Prabha Nyak Prabhu...9
Carolyn L.Williams...10
Lucille Morgan Wilson...14
Charlotte Zuzak...11
(Poems by PPS members —Electronically-shared)copyrighted by authors
28 lines or less,
formatted and illustrated by Ann Gasser with digital paintings, digital collages,
and other shared images.unless stated otherwise
PPS members are invited to submit.
Deadline for receiving—1st of each month, poems appearing in order received
Target date for sending out—10th of each month
Please note: On April 9th my computer crashed and died. A number of files flew off into
Cyberspace never to be seen again, and some that were salvaged and copied onto a
replaement computer two months later, are still playing hide-and-seek.
Meanwhile, other, more urgent PPS tasks, claimed priority and PENNESSENCE
had to wait. My sincere apologies to those who may have sent a poem that does not
appear in this issue. Please re-send it and pray all will now be back on track for July.
2.
MIGRATION OF THE SWANS
—by Maureen Applegate
The compass lured you on —
to lands of tundra vole and ptarmigan
beneath a midnight sun.
So late your flight began!
You flew in regiments across a waning moon
due north to wilderland.
My heart cried out, "Too soon
to forego finding flocks hid in the cobbled fields
or on some frozen dune!”
The power nature wields,
drew you wave on sculpted wave at eventide
a route by instinct sealed.
The skies are open wide.
I must look south from whence the summer birds will come—
set wistfulness aside.
3.
RED GERANIUM FEVER
--by Jacqueline Moffett
Each Memorial Day, I plant several dozen geraniums
armed with trowel and fertilizer, window boxes
are filled with sturdy-stemmed specimens
Decks, pots, terraces and porches, all enjoy
a touch of brilliant red blossoms
flowers near the front door add a welcoming
note to friends and neighbors
Originating in England and South America,
these hardy plants made their way to
American colonists in 1760, and have been
favorites of homeowners since then
Not the recipient of various awards such as
the fragrant rose, but virtually trouble-free,
these flowers continue to bloom from spring
well into fall, adding to our visual pleasure
Geraniums can tolerate lack of water and poor soil
petals warmed by the sun, add a colorful note
as seasons change, enjoy the beauty and resilience
of the beautiful Stardom Red Geranium
4.
LATE SPRING
—by Lynn Fetterolf
This year even Spring was reluctant to enter
this warring planet.
Daffodils raised their heads cautiously
as if afraid to fully open their yellow crowns
to icy sleet.
Trees budded slowly
fearing assault by acid rain or whirring saw.
All of spring seemed to be waiting
for peace to part the curtains
of winter’s chill and snow
so she could blossom when
her rightful time had come.
5.
HE WAS, HE IS
—by Carol Dee Meeks
If earth never sees us win first place,
‘cause Satan's the opponent we always face;
may God look down on us with grace
with gentleness that's as softened lace.
With The Master let us abide
always walking in His stride,
bands of angels surround each side,
He saves us from sin, that’s why He died.
He came to life to set us free,
the cruel death there at Calvary.
He was made sin, His fate to be,
and was crucified for you and me.
Thanks for being soooooooooooooooooooo
kind to me.
6.
AFTERNOON OF A POEM
—by Marilyn Downing
A poem crept into the yard today
to coax the pussy willows from their coats.
Assured their silver shivers had begun,
the creature pounced upon a loamy bed.
Among the mulch, it nosed the crocus out,
and tiptoed through the tulips'pointed leaves.
When without words it paused to sniff the air,
a zephyr's gentle rhythm brushed its tail.
The feline leaped and swished to catch the breeze,
which had passed on to lift the robin's flight.
The frolic of the Spring's surprising games
beguiled the poem in a playful way.
It prowled, then chased a rabbit on the run,
before it coiled, composed, in springtime sun.
7.
APRIL SNOW
-by Doris DiSavino
You, I may forget,
but never cherry blossoms
blushing in the snow.
8.
SPRING IN THE NORTH WOODS
—by Marie Louise Meyers
The cloudy sky, the bare outline of trees,
the snow still clinging to crevices and hollows below.
The first pale illumination of daffodils
barely breaks the monotone here in the North Woods.
It’s only when I arrange sprays of lilacs on my bay window,
cut from bushes with abandoned beauty,
and watch the sharp relief as
the peeping sun ripples through the diamond facets
of the old cut glass vase, turning lilacs into tinted hues
that repair the winter damage,
shattering the cold world into a bright testimony of Spring.
9.
SEASONAL MIX
—by Prabha Nayak Prabhu
The calendar said it was spring
But signs of winter still remained.
I listened to hear the robin sing
As a snowplow rumbled down the lane.
10.
SPRING AWAKENING
—by Carolyn L. Williams
When seeds of ideas just won't sprout
and spring like youth performing on the trampoline
or like those punching vigorously a volleyball over the net,
my stubborn muse needs nudging out of the mud
to release a word smith's skill lazy from a winter siesta.