Spectrum III: A Poetry Journal

By Rachel Wright

Poetry is a tool. It is a voice to be heard. There are formal poems of all styles, and they are part of a history of poetry. There is no protocol or “right way” to express poems. The door is open. Words need people. People need words. Poems become songs, slogans, works of art, and prayers.

My poems come from the heart without much ado. I seldom edit or stress over them. They are spontaneous and written in the early morning when I relax, write and ponder life. They are an impression of feelings on many subjects spurred by my personal love of a world free from societal expectations, war, pain and suffering. These poems cover nature, love, family, introspection, protest, common journeys of all peoples and the possibility of peace and rebirth on this planet and beyond.

I am particularly interested in working with young people who begin the creative world of marks on paper, scribblings, drawings and writings at a very young age. They are a voice to be heard. Storytelling and rhymes are symbolic language from early times passed by word of mouth through elders and succeeding generations.

I have connected with small groups of poets in coffee shops, on the street corners, in fairs, in family gatherings, weddings, passings, all speaking poetry as they experience it. They are my second community, my poet friends whom I join in person or online. These poems are written between 2014 and 2023. They belong to a trilogy of poetry books entitled: Spectrum, A Poetry Memoir; Spectrum II, A Poetry R-evolution; and this book, Poetry III, A Poetry Journal.

For more information about my poetry and art, see http://www.facebook.com/SpectrumPoetryMemoirArt.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798823016544

Rachel Wright

Rachel Wright is a “never retired” educator. She lives in an intentional community in southern Indiana established by her father and friends in 1966. She was an active part of the founding of an alternative school which continues to this day. She was also a professor of education in a local community college for ten years. She has published in magazines and academic journals both in education and the study of intentional communities. As archivist and publisher of the community, she preserves and shares their history, stories and works. Her passions include family, midwifery, childcare, alternative education, and fostering creativity and originality in poetry and the arts. She bakes artisan bread (a sour dough advocate), makes wine, paints, writes poetry and humorous short stories and attends workshops in these areas. She has six children and is grandmother to an ever-expanding group of 15 plus. She is an active member of the Indiana Poetry Society since 2019 and is involved in other local art and poetry groups. She is available for workshops within her PoART enterprise and hopes to expand a platform for other poets around Indiana and elsewhere.

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Published by AuthorHouse  10/20/2023

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Dedicated to

My children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren.

My parents, Daniel and Lois Wright who taught me the meaning of a spiritual quest.

My friends with whom I live and work – my brothers and sisters in community.

My world community – We have learned to live separately, now we must learn to live together on this planet and in worlds to come.

Contents

Dedicated to

I

Oh Moon

Oh Sun

White

Two Tulips

Seasons

Leaves

Will I Miss the Call of Spring?

Spring Rebirth

White Diamonds

The Weather

Winter’s Road

The Dance

Arrival

II

Birthday

The New Year Resolutions

The Scary Night

Wounded Warriors

Graduation

Summer Party

Nameless Faces

Everytown

Will you remember this Birthday?

Sister Prayer

My Daughters on this Mother’s Day

III

Alice

The Motorcycles are Coming

A Sailboat

Am I Maiden of The Sea

The Crowd

Art Show

Grandma and Grandpa

The Girl in Thongs

Third

Charisma

The Coffee Shop, Part II

IV

The City

Her Memory

Shoes

Silence

Keeper of the Flame

Homeless

V

Interval

I am so much better

For a Time

Reflection

Love has Many Faces

Catch a cloud

When a flower is picked

Boxes on Shelves

Love a figment of my imagination

VI

Who Am I?

Monday

The Mirror

Thinking

Who Are you?

Being me

Life’s Storms

In the stillness

VII

My Corner

Destination

Embrace

Change

Why Accumulate

Where is the real me?

Quilt pieces of me

Why do I leave so quickly when I could have stayed

It’s all in the thinking

VIII

Not a Republican or a Democrat

Kindergarten of the world

What you should know in 2023

The Internet

The Day Will Come

What is Division?

I do it because you do it… Ramblings

It’s my rainbow

Lost in the leaves crushing beneath our feet

Why the noise?

Why do we Lie?

Why War?

Barbie

IX

A Bridge

The Search

My Quest

In Poetry

Myriad faces

It is not our call

The Present

The Universe

As we Think so Are We

X

I am the masses

The circle of the earth

Open my mind

Window of opportunity

Wake Up Call

I have prayed

A pilgrim in the land

Yes

Free

Tomorrow

The Road

Did I exist?

Power of the Pen

Time is no More

I

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Oh Moon

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Time is no more

Gather the seasons

Jars of goodness and understanding

Healing waters renew

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Oh moon

I gaze upon your beauty in the dawn of the morning

Clouds wisping along your horizon

Reflection in the black water below

I think of all the myths and stories of ages past

of your strength, power and might

Ruler of the night, rival of the sun

My pagan heart indulges in the mysteries

and I wonder of your allure

Am I compelled to be as the fog dancers on the lake

who bow and stoop to your presence?

Do you bring out my wild child

on the dark side of my nature?

Can I blame you for my problems?

What do I know?

For now I will gaze upon your golden light

feed the artist within my soul

and watch as night turns to day

I keep looking out the window

I open the door

No barriers stand between us

The air takes my breath

as we stand face to face

I realize you are leaving soon

I must give you passage to the other side

I watch as the sun rises and passes you by

You slip silently out of my sight

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Has the sun given up?

Retired to her comfort bed in the billowing clouds

When is she coming to separate darkness from light?

The flickering moon on the water stays forever

even in slivers and slices

Where is she?

I wait, gather all the patience I can find

as the past and future tug at my Skirt

wanting me to spend those hours

with despair, misery and travail as my companions

I turn my attention to the books by my side

Sip my black panacea in my favorite cup

I can wait.

The blue book of mysteries draws my gaze

splattered with dark water spots

scribbles, underlines, highlights

as I search for the truth behind what the writer meant

not the empty printed words before