Fragments of Seasons: Poetry

By Lori Harvill Moore and Richard A. Moore

Take a journey with the author through nearly 40 years of imagery and personal exploration expressed in varied forms: Petrarchan Sonnet; Free Verse; Spoken Word; Prose; Rhyming Couplets; Villanelle; and Ghazal. Lori Harvill Moore applies a unique, flexible poetic voice to tell her stories. She conveys her experiences and point of view as a moth

• Language: English
• Publisher: Standing Bird Press
• Release date: Aug 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781735262918

Lori Harvill Moore

In addition to writing poetry, Lori Harvill Moore has held positions as a public relations writer and editor; freelance writer; accounting manager; and data, research, and business analyst.

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Fragments

of Seasons

Poetry

Written by

Lori Harvill Moore

Standing Bird Press

Sacramento, California

In Loving Memory of my Father

Tom R. Harvill

(1914-1997)

Poet, engineer, electronic organ builder, programmer,

ham radio enthusiast, and beautiful human being.

Fragments of Seasons

Poetry

by Lori Harvill Moore

photography by Richard A Moore, Jr.

computer art by Brandon T. Moore

ISBN 978-1-7352629-1-8

Copyright 2020

Standing Bird Press

Sacramento, California

standingbirdpress.com

About the Author

A lifelong poet, Lori wrote the poems in this collection during the last three-and-a-half decades. In addition to poetry, she has authored and published two ebooks focused on improving communication in the workplace. Lori holds a bachelor’s degree in communication from Arizona State University and has worked as a data, research, and business analyst for companies in the Sacramento area.

Lori lives in Sacramento, California, with her husband Rich. She has two children and two grandchildren.

Table of Contents

Part 1: Petrarchan Sonnets

Part 2: Work Themes

Part 3: Reflections of Other Seasons

Part 4: More Poetic Forms and Tales

Part 1

Petrarchan Sonnets

I

He conjures up fantastic things

Like minotaurs and unicorns

And other beasts with smaller horns

Who glide on pterodactyl wings;

He gestures widely while he sings

And fills the sky with pictures torn

From Greek and Roman texts reborn;

The creatures make celestial rings

Above the singer’s dancing form

Until the verses weave an end

And wing and dragon start to fade;

All fire breath becomes lukewarm

As word and image both ascend

To join the stars just newly made.

II

What minstrel this who leads me here

To watch unwitting spirits fly

And dive from darkened tulip eyes

Into a pond of flower tears?

From deep within this trance, my seer

Commands illusion with one sigh

And strums a chord, the