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    Echoes of Inner Voices
    Echoes of Inner Voices
    Echoes of Inner Voices
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    Echoes of Inner Voices

    By Elizabeth Peláez Norris

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    Echoes of Inner Voices is her second collection of poetry. Her poems echo her themes devoted to poetry itself, nature, the forgotten, memory, whimsy, heart and spirit. They range from the serious and reflective to the playful and amusing Like the spectrum of light refracted through a prism, her poetry varies in color from bright to tenebrous, a rainbow to enjoy beside a quiet window.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateNov 10, 2021
    ISBN9781664197190
    Echoes of Inner Voices
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    Elizabeth Peláez Norris

    Born and raised in the Philippines, Elizabeth Peláez Norris has been a long time resident of the San Francisco Bay Area. She holds Master’s degrees in Spanish and Education. She retired from a 40 year career in teaching, 35 of which were at St. Joseph Notre Dame High School in Alameda where she taught Spanish and English. In 1991, she founded and served as adviser to PRISMS, the school’s award-winning literary/art magazine for 26 years. Her first collection of poetry, Inner Voices, received Artist Embassy International’s Literary Cultural Award in 2010.

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      Echoes of Inner Voices - Elizabeth Peláez Norris

      Echoes of

      Inner Voices

      Elizabeth Peláez Norris

      Copyright © 2021 by Elizabeth Peláez Norris.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.

      Rev. date: 11/05/2021

      Xlibris

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      DEDICATION

      To Bob

      Mary and Carol

      Scott and Dave

      Tad, Ashley, Justin

      Your voices echo in my heart

      CONTENTS

      ECHOES OF POETRY

      ARS POETICA

      ADVENT

      RENEWAL

      MASQUERADE

      MUSE, ABSENT

      LEGACY

      ECHOES OF NATURE

      A NEIGHBORHOOD WALK

      REQUIEM FOR A HUMMINGBIRD

      SIESTA

      ODE TO THE WATERFALL

      LITTLE BEACHCOMBER

      KAILUA

      LAHAINA LEGACY

      DANCE IN TWO VOICES

      DOWNPOUR

      UNDERCURRENT

      WINDSTORM

      APOCALYPSE

      ECHOES OF THE FORGOTTEN

      THANKSGIVING

      LAMENTATIONS

      UN PEDACITO DE PAN

      A PIECE OF BREAD

      MANILA

      TANGLED WIRES

      ECHOES OF MEMORY

      CUATRO SULTANAS

      EXIT THE CLOWNS

      FLASHBACK

      RECUERDO

      REMEMBRANCE

      NOSTALGIA

      REFLECTION

      MEMORIA

      MEMORARE

      ECHOES OF WHIMSY

      METAMORPHOSIS

      RED SHOES

      THE MANY FACES OF FEET

      TISSUE

      SELF-ESTEEM

      LITTLE HEMINGWAY

      FLIGHT

      LET’S BAKE A CAKE

      ODE TO GARLIC

      INTERLOPER

      DRIVE

      SLUMBER THIEF

      FOREBODING

      NOT A CHRISTMAS CAROL

      DON’T LET THE GRINCH STEAL CHRISTMAS

      ECHOES OF THE HEART

      LITTLE GYMNAST

      PEQUEÑOS VERSOS

      LITTLE VERSES

      KISMET

      PRELUDE

      HUÉRFANA

      ORPHAN

      THE DAY THE PAJARITOS BLOOMED

      ECHOES OF THE SPIRIT

      STUDENTS’ PRAYER

      ADVENT MEDITATION

      ASH WEDNESDAY

      LENT IN THE TIME OF CORONAVIRUS

      EYES ONLY

      MANTRA

      LAMENT

      NATIVITY HAIKU

      MEDITATION

      MEDITATION IN WATERCOLORS

      SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI

      SUNSET

      TWILIGHT SONNET

      AFTERWORD

      ECHOES OF

      POETRY

      ARS POETICA

      My poetry is born from

                Balmy palms and fragrant calachuchi

                Salt sea air and heady pine scents

                Island beaches and redwood mountains

                Sun-kissed mangoes and golden poppies

      My poetry is inspired by

                The elegance of Shakespeare and the quixotism of Cervantes

                Inner contemplation and Jabberwocky quirks

                Elegant pearls and common beads

                The delicacy of lace and the simplicity of a line

      My poetry is fashioned from

                The firmament of the sacred and the clay of the mundane

                The quest of the soul and the vagaries of nature

                The promise of hope and the futility of dread

                The gravity of truth and the laughter of the absurd

      My poetry is imbued with

                The faith of my father and the foibles of my family

                The threads of wee moments and designs of life experience

                The remembrances of the past and the reality of being

                The echoes of mentors and the voices of students

      I am my poetry

      ADVENT

      A crisp tenebrous night

      Dimly lit by a sliver of silver moon

      Labors silently

      In anticipation of dawn

      Pregnant with whispers

      Silent words from the heart

      Float in an amniotic universe

      A poem waits to be born

      RENEWAL

                                  Thirsty Earth lifts her

                                  Parched cracked lips skyward

                                  Welcoming the torrent gushing

                                  From the firmament above

                                  Reminiscent of The Deluge;

                                  Gusty winds exhale havoc

                                  Amid swollen dams

                                  And rising rivers

                                  Signaling the demise of

                                  The long drought

                                  As California celebrates.

                                  Green hills roll out their carpets

                                 

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