Trifecta Meet and Greet

I am writing answers to these questions posed by Trifecta as part of the Meet and Greet page.

  1. What is your name (real or otherwise)? Joanne Edith Roth (nee Marucci)
  2. Describe your writing style in three words. Finding it’s voice
  3. How long have you been writing online? 4 months
  4. Which, if any, other writing challenges do you participate in? None, yet.
  5. Describe one way in which you could improve your writing. I could improve my writing by reading the entries of my fellow Trifectans.  they are amazing and I’m humbled actually receive commentary from so many.
  6. What is the best writing advice you’ve ever been given? Beautiful writing can and should be concise. 
  7. Who is your favorite author? John LeCarre 
  8. How do you make time to write?  I make it part of my daily routine, though often I shift things around to ensure uninterrupted alone time.
  9. Give us one word we should consider using as a prompt. Remember–it must have a third definition.  
    AWFUL
    1: inspiring awe
    2: filled with awe: as
    a obsolete : afraidterrified
     b : deeply respectful or reverential
    3: extremely disagreeable or objectionable <awful food>”
  10. Direct us to one blog post of yours that we shouldn’t miss reading.

https://opalreflections.wordpress.com/2012/09/17/september-song/

Death and Transfiguration (and reflection)

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.

Flying always made her feel insecure, out of control. Now, reluctantly lowering the shade; shutting out the spectacular sunset, as “Death and Transfiguration” seeped through her headphones into her brain; now she understood.

 She sat transfixed. This glimpse of the Divine  could only be comprehended in a unique sliver of time, when music and mind-gathering instincts could finally pull her soul and senses into focus.

The  last paragraph is written in response to Trifextra Challenge. Paragraph 1 was proposed by the Challenge. Paragraph 2 was my first response, completing the thought.  Paragraph 3 is a continuation of Paragraphs 2.

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Nullification, To a Fault

Blind Injustice, unleashed:

  Disregarding all authentic accusers

      Invalidating lucid, litigious logic

         Suspending inherent, insistent incredulity

            Belying  total, terrible  truth 

               Evincing encompassing evidentiary exhibits

                 Letting go, relinquishing reality

                     Ignoring presented, positive proof

                        Eroding judicial jurisprudence

                            Freeing culpable, self-confessed criminal!

This is posted response to Trifecta Week 44 challenge to use the third definition of the word <blind> :

….3a : having no regard to rational discrimination, guidance, or restriction <blind choice>    b : lacking a directing or controlling consciousness <blindchance>   c : drunk”

belief

 

TREE OF THREE

Tree of Three

Robin’s nest aloft,  she basked in the sheltering shade.

Spontaneous squeals of delight from ‘her boys’:

Scaling leafy heights

Securing their fortress

Fending off ferocious, fantastic foes! 

Shade Giver, Nest Nestler, Fortress Framer

By Joanne Edith.

Written in response to Trifextra Week Thirty-four.  The challenge:  “Describe something that is three different things at the same time. …in 33 words”.

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Shadow

Shadow, Shetland Sheepdog

Shadow…Puppy…Special sheltie

Slim – spring in her step

Flying Frisbees:  favorite feats

Shadow:  Sheltie in need of sheep.

 

Shadow… Good girl…Loyal loving companion

Leaner, wiser, calmer

Stairs:  daily challenge

Shadow:  Sheltie in need of sleep.

 

Shadow…Old Girl…Faithful friend,

Ever heeding, though unhearing

Sickness: seizing her (now ample) frame

Shadow:  Sheltie in need of Shepherd.

 

 

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September Song

Photography by Joanne Edith

September has always represented for me, a chance to begin a new cycle.  Despite having been driven by fiscal and corporate calendars for the last 45 years and January- to- December calendars all of my life,   I am somehow surprised,  that I would still feel this renewal urge each fall.

My husband, a leader in education his entire life, of course was guided by the school year calendar, as were my children, so in a sense, it may not be that surprising that each fall my thoughts turn to renewal.  Whatever the reason, I feel strongly that this season presents an undeniable watermark, for positive repositioning of one’s plans.

This September, in particular, I’m given the unique opportunity to reorganize my life,  since it is the first Autumn of my retirement from the business world.   That said I am hardly ready to ‘retire’ in the sense that one stops to rest and retreat.  Instead,  I am looking forward to shifting my emphasis to fully embrace the things I’ve never had enough time to do well;  photography, knitting, writing and pursuing what I’ve always considered to be my avocation – Music.

Which brings me to the theme of this day’s essay:  How am I attempting to reestablish music as a priority and a passion, as I embark on this phase of  life’s journey?  In several ways:

  • Having recently returned from the Berkshire Choral Festival, where 120 like-minded singers learned and performed scenes from three operas, under the baton of David Hayes, I am, once again, reinvigorated!  Not only is the glow of that wonderful week providing a continuing high, I am enrolling in next year’s program as well – specifically, the  Bach “B Minor Mass.“
  • Last week, I rejoined the Choral Arts Society of NJ, renewing old friendships and looking forward to learning Mozart’s  “Missa Brevis in C Major”, and Chillcott”s “Requiem” – both new additions to my repertoire.
  • I am sincerely hoping that the New Jersey State Opera launches an exciting season and one in which the chorus plays a significant role.
  • In considering church choir possibilities, I remember well the days as Cantor at 8 AM Sunday Mass.  I enjoyed it tremendously, but I also recall hours of mentally and physically preparing and protecting my voice, and early Sunday mornings warming up; followed by dragging my family out to that early mass.  Even if my voice were up to it, I am not sure I have metal and physical fortitude to get back into that rigorous routine again.  So I am leaving my options open.
  • On a  personal note, I’m undertaking teaching piano to my Number 3 grandson, Robby.  Having never taught piano, I see view this as a tremendous honor and responsibility to guide this untapped talent into a genuine love of music and musical performance.  I expect this will quickly lead  to professional piano lessons (coming to Grandma’s to practice on a regular basis) and also hoping my other grandsons will be so envious, that I’ll become the  Maitre de Musique to them all – each in their own time, of course. I am, in a sense, sowing seeds from which I hope to reap a bountiful harvest.
  • As for my own vocal and piano technique, reserving time each day to review pieces once mastered, vocalizing each day with tried and true exercises and targeting a new piano work each month, seem achievable objectives.
  • I surround myself with music, whether listening to WQXR – a wonderful, welcomed respite from the stressful political dialogue that overruns our airwaves – and to which I am, I confess, easily susceptible; or setting up my iPad on the bathtub to listen to ‘my music’ while luxuriating in a nice warm bubble bath.

Music has  been my passion since I was a young girl, performing a la Shirley Temple, at every opportunity. Music has been with me through many of life’s trials.  Music has given voice to feelings and emotions too overwhelming to express in any other way.  Music, to me is an ever-constant source of solace and freeness of spirit, and wonderful gift from God; the gift of not only hearing it and having it in my life, but also the gift of understanding it and appreciating its historical significance; but most importantly, it is the gift of giving it to and sharing it with others.

Dream Quest

Mom trusted Wynken, Blynken and Nod, to lull baby girl into dreamland.  

Tonight, sleep is elusive; moonbeams are missed

Tonight, wooden shoe, waves of dew, misty sea are missed

Tonight, Mom is missed!

Trifextra (www.Trifectwritingchallenge.com) week 33:

The Rule of Three is a writing principle that asserts that, in writing, groups of three have the most impact. This week’s challenge is to write 33 words using the Rule of Three somewhere among them.  It is up to you to interpret the rule, just make sure to use exactly 33 words.

 

Radical “Then” and “Now”

It used to be a basic arithmetic symbol

It used to be a marvelous model of molecular movement

It used to be a dreaded remedy;  the unmentionable, feared procedure, to eliminate the invading cancer

It used to be something concrete

     Tangible!

          Fundamental!

               Comprehensible!

Now,  it is fear without a face

Now, it marks the madness permeating our reality

Now, radical nemeses wreak havoc and destruction; becoming the  neurotic ‘normal’

Now it is indefensible:

     Incomprehensible!

          Unthinkable!

               Terror!

I write this in response to Trifecta Challenge.Trifecta: Week Forty-Two: this week’s word is RADICAL (adjective)

1: of, relating to, or proceeding from a root: as a (1) : of or growing from the root of a plant <radical tubers>(2) : growing from the base of a stem, from a rootlike stem, or from a stem that does not rise above the ground <radicalleaves>b : of, relating to, or constituting a linguistic root   c : of or relating to a mathematical root   d : designed to remove the root of a disease or all diseased and potentially diseased tissue <radical surgery> <radicalmastectomy>   2: of or relating to the origin : fundamental  3a : very different from the usual or traditional : extreme  b : favoring extreme changes in existing views, habits, conditions, or institutions  c : associated with political views, practices, and policies of extreme change   d : advocating extreme measures to retain or restore a political state of affairs <the radical right>

Death and Transfiguration

Death and Transfiguration

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.
Flying always made her feel insecure, out of control. Now, reluctantly lowering the shade; shutting out the spectacular sunset, as “Death and Transfiguration” seeped through her headphones into her brain; now she understood.

Written for Trifecta challenge…www.trifectawritingchallenge.com.

For this weekend’s Trifextra challenge, we’d like you to read the 33 words below and then add 33 of your own words to move the story along.

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.

Retirement

In three words, I can sum up everything I’ve learned about retirement:

I’m still learning!

Trifextra challenge:Robert Frost one said, “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”  We want you to do the same.  Sum up anything you want, but do it in three words.  Your response should mirror Frost’s quote by beginning, “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about–.”  And the last four words are yours to choose.

Friends’ Farewell

Alone

In this dark place for so long

Alone, save a roll of Kodachrome

faded blue polishing cloth, 

Once used to lovingly brush away intruding 

Microscopic specs of dust.

Darkness, 

And yet today – a sliver of light

Persistently permeating 

The tiny vents of my protective prison

Beaming through a loose louver

Into this leather encasement 

Questions:

Is this my rescue from darkness?

To, once again, capture, record, interpret? 

This dark, lonely space – soon a memory?

At long last, liberation?   

Raison d’etre fulfilled?

Alas!

Hope wanes quickly now

After years of forgotten promise 

Profound realization

Post-mortem pending  

I see her clearly now – with another.

 

Interloper

Bedecked in cyrillic blue

The superficial chasm of comparison ever-widening

Sharing this drear destiny with my Kodachrome cassette

The fate of this old, manual SLR, now fully revealed   

I, Dinosaur!

 

Interloper

This was written in response to Trifecta Challenge:  Word Prompt:  Dinosaur

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Love Me With All of Your Heart

I didn’t know that song, as a giggling ten-year old in Sister Thomas’ 4th grade classroom; giggling that nearly caused me to lose my Rag Doll role in the Christmas play.   But I did know that this was really important, so reaching deep down –  a rare moment of self-control – I forced myself to behave.

Rag Doll and Chauffeur, kept their date with fate and magically came to life at midnight.  The simplistic plot played out perfectly;  and he said his lines beautifully:

“If I were the judge, you would!” 

Chauffeur’s heart had been touched, and Santa passed over the pretty French dolls, selecting instead – Rag Doll –  because of her beauty of heart.

Long before concepts like ‘true companion’ and ‘love’ were understandable by these young hearts, on some level we must have known; that this seemingly trivial day in our 4th grade lives would be memorable.

ImageThe scribbled lines from his diary (carried in his wallet to this day), still speak volumes;  I, the”girl friend” with the “red hair and red freckles”.

The boy who captured my heart that Christmas, is still the love of my life.  He has been my schoolmate, best friend, husband, lover, life partner, father to our children and grandfather to our wonderful 5 grandsons.  He has taken to heart, the roles of son, son-in-law, brother-in-law, and uncle:  He is teacher, mentor, and friend to so many.

I knew in 4th grade that he was a sweet soul, and all these years later there has never been a day in which he hasn’t lived up to that promise;  bashful boy becoming a truly caring, loving person – a person with a good heart.  I admire him more than anyone I’ve ever known, and I’m blessed that today – every day – he “loves me with all of his heart. “

This weekend we will celebrate our 45th Anniversary;  our Wedding Song, the prescription for this happy life we share.

 

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