Boca Raton Branch Connects-Heart-to Heart Stories in Poetry Workshop
In honor of Sheila Firestone, president of the Boca Raton Branch of Pen Women, Vera Ripp Hirschhorn, Poetry Chair, invited members and patrons to her home for the first workshop on poetry and music. Participants were asked to create poetry as they listened to two of Sheila’s original compositions, “The River of Grass, Rhapsody No. 1” and “The Hearing Forest and Seeing Field.” Members were not told the titles of the pieces until the very end. Enjoy the poems.
CORRIDOR by Lea Hope Becker (to Sheila’s first piece)
I’m moving through a long corridor
There’s not a light nor even a glow
I may emerge from eerie space
And find my way to Eden
Is it night, or has the sun come out above the seashore’s edge?
Casting its sunburst effect upon the water
Watching waves and hearing their soothing sounds
I must glide until the watery end
Careless of the boundary
That which seals the day I die
Whilst I cross into the open sea
Merry from the visit
Happy to be free.
A New York Moment by Marlene Klotz (to Sheila’s first piece)
They met by chance
Two strangers afloat at a party
In a Trendy Manhattan apartment
A mutual chemistry occurred
That was instantaneous
Despite a light snowfall
The starry-eyed pair
Left the building and
Headed toward Central Park
As they walked hand in hand
Under the feathery snowflakes
The man in the moon looked down
And winked its approval . . .
Two strangers were now one.
“THE CALL TO JOY “by Etta Schaeffer (to Sheila’s second piece)
Sing, sing sounds of laughter and light
whispering a call to cheer
smile and feel the building joy within
lightness fills the air building to a melodic ending
over and over hear the call
the sound is haunting.
‘The Sun Glows’ by Vera Ripp Hirschhorn (to Sheila’s second piece)
Where are you?
Play with me!
Skip with me!
Dance with me
Sing with me!
Walk with me
Listen to the birds.
The sun glows over them….
Listen by Sheila Firestone (to Sheila’s second piece)
The conversation is carried by the wind
The anime is constant,
Parts of conversations and overheard nuances,
Only partially understood.
Take nothing for granted,
Maybe you heard wrong,
As you create your melody or
poem, it really doesn’t matter.
It’s an interesting tale at any rate.
Tell me it yet once again, please.
I’m always listening
to your wise words.