The Excellence of Anonymity


Orchestral musicians 

Choristers; professional and avocational  

Hundreds of passionate, like-minded spirits

After months, weeks, hours of dedicated water-shedding   

Tonight, all privileged to perform   

This Opus



To the gathering audience,  

Performers are indistinguishable

(in standard black and starched white concert garb) 

Like a waddle of penguins awaiting their momentous, impending migration.

A ‘waddle’ of anonymous (yet, uniquely talented) performers

Attentively awaiting the signal. 


Penultimate moment!

Poised.  Waiting.  Watching.  

Maestro ascends to the podium.

Silence!  Pick up cue…Downbeat…

In an instant, glorious silence-shattering sound!

Priceless, unrepeatable, unforgettable glimpse of beauty,

In an otherwise flawed world.


written in response to Trifecta Writing challengs:

Promt:   BLACK

1a : of the color black

b (1) : very dark in color <his face was black with rage>

(2): having a very deep or low register <a bass with a blackvoice>

(3) : heavy, serious <the play was a black intrigue>

2a : having dark skin, hair, and eyes : swarthy

b (1) often capitalized : of or relating to any of various population groups having dark pigmentation of the skin

(2) : of or relating to the African-American people or their culture

(3) : typical or representative of the most readily perceived characteristics of black culture

3: dressed in black

On The Count of Three…

Trifecta Weekend Challenge:    this weekend we are challenging you to write 33 of your own words to build on the following:  On the count of three…(


On the count of three …yesterday, the giggling girl-child was whisked skyward in Mommy and Daddy’s arm-swing.  Today, her squealingly ecstatic son cries:   “Mee-Ma, Bee-Pa…again…one, two, three…whee!”

One, two, three….Whee!

Weekly Photo Challenge: “Happy”

I am posting, for the first time, in response to a WordPress challenge:  namely to create a photo array to express “Things that Make me Happy”. (ref: “postaday”).


Triefextra Week 36 (


Like the Banyan Tree, she began humbly.

Strong seedling

Until Suckers, uncontrolled, obliterated her withering core

Pushing her inward … Forcing her out …

Indistinguishable now

Amid the tangle of torturous tendrils.

She is gone!


I love things that go ‘bump’ in the night.  I’m uneasy revealing this quirk, because I understand that for others, such things could create fear or dismay. 

 I lie in bed, protected only by a thin mesh screen(a membrane through which sound, smells, sensations may freely permeate) I am exhilarated.  Once again I am a privileged observer and participant in this miracle.

 I listen, as my imaginings lead me down shadowy paths glistening in the moonlight and across dew-strewn stretches of sod. I sense the underground critter colonies beneath my bare feet, and can almost feel silky, squirming between the blades of grass.

 I hear a  distant train whistle – a wistful sigh – providing a haunting backdrop to the building crescendo.  Moths flutter at lamplight to the rhythm of unending cricket chirping.  Bats ‘swoopingly’ add their etude with flourish and grace.  Nearby, a startled dog barks a trumpet call acknowledgement of mid-night movements.  Barking ceases;  Calm is reestablished.

 I revel, as a burrowing owl reprises his cooing, whirring and purring.  Across the field raccoons, their rodent cousins and feral felines, roam stealthily – each in pursuit of prey.  Perched safely above amid rustling branches,  nestlings cling to each other; as  mockingbird melodies flood the night air with waves of spectacular song.

I marvel at the  balance of nature on display for all who would see (or hear), and as night wanes,  the thrush  nightingale joins the cacophonous concerto, announcing the breaching sunlit strains on the distant horizon.  larks awaken and mourning doves to begin their nocturnal postlude .

 I retreat from my marvelous meanderings.  Reluctantly, as the predawn drizzle begins, nostrils fill with nourishing negative ions, and my re-embodied self  tries to salvage some much-needed  sleep; physical replenishment for the fast-approaching day.  Spiritual replenishment will be set aside until the return of moon rise, when…

I return to resume my restorative reverie.

Written by BCIJo, akaJoanne Edith) in response to Trifecta Challenge Week 45 (  UNEASY (use third definition)

1: causing physical or mental discomfort

2: not easy : difficult

3: marked by lack of ease : awkward, embarrassed <gave an uneasy laugh>

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.  
    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.

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.


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”




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”.


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.

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 ( 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.


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