Jenevieve Carlyn
@coastalpoet.bsky.social
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Coastal poet. Words in Parabola, River Heron, Dark Mtn, Broken Spine, Madrid Review, etc. Poetry of the Sacred Prize & CT Poet Laureate Award for Ecopoetry. Commended Mist & Mountain, Shortlisted Artemesia Arts. coastalpoet.substack.com jenevievecarlyn.com
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Hope your day picks up from here! I've never read Plath but from what I've heard, there are more cheery poets. Hang in there.
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This is the one! 💚 Lyrical edges.. rounded, yet raw.
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Thanks for reading, Carmella! Feel free to call me Evie, btw. Truthfully I’m not sure what my grandmother would’ve thought of this poem, but it does help me remember her. 💚🌿
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Do it! Would be such a fun way to kick things off 🎶
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Know exactly what you mean, I feel that way about my own old poems… Sounds like some good parallels though between writing poetry and playing the sax!
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The title was “The lonely rock” and it was a poem of place, but it was also about your mother… and it had those raw lyrical edges. I hope you post it again!
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Love the idea of you adding more poems to your website this winter. I so enjoyed these - the second one would be a great recurring theme for your work 🎷
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Glenn, I love your poetry, and your Ireland poem in particular embodies the lyrical edge that I so admire in your work; the poem comes fully alive because of it. May we all keep striving towards that, in poetry and in life. 🍀
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Very generous, both of you! ❤️
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Glenn, I just happened to see this while scrolling through at 6am in the dark & it warms my heart that for a moment you imagined I wrote this stunning poem, which is actually one of my favorites from John Adlam. I love it too. Stark & uncompromising, with beautiful language.
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Delightful, Leigh. I love this idea of a poem snuggled with your winter gloves. Adorable ending, too! “Please remember the tomatoes”
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I appreciate this, C! Somehow I missed your comment earlier, but it found me at the right time yesterday. Thanks so much.
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Congratulations, Ju! Many beautiful layers in this poem. The 'spoons in need of shining'... the 'distilled starlight'... and then 'stuck fast as a buttress,' so witty at the end! ✨ 🙌
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For #Promptcombo #Characters & #PromptTheme #Amphibian, a poem for my grandmother, whose roots were in northern Italy's Piedmont region.

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*a very last minute post, so sharing only for fun 🪷

'Kin' in Heimat Review, Jan. 2023
A photo collage for my 'Kin' poem, featuring (clockwise): a gnarled apple tree, a chiffchaff, yellow lilies, and pink apple blossoms. Kin

In the evenings,
we walked to the soft silver pines,
tucking tufts and wisps into the branches 
for the winged convocations
of the downy-wise—to covet,
to be taken up into the mysteries,
woven with leaves and lichen, 
moss, feathers, twigs,
spun silk: entwined.

My grandmother wore her hair
in a swirl above her head,
like a yellow lily resting on a pond,
and we never saw a frog hop out,
but in the springtime,
it was an ever-present possibility: 
a small amphibian might appear,
viridian as a river rock,
to sit and sing to the moon.

If a song thrush thatched 
a hermitage, a peasant’s castle
in the knotted boughs of the old crabapple,
or if a chiffchaff overwintered in my braid,
then I could learn the avian folkways,
knowing when my feathered kin 
was jubilant or tired, and needed rest 
from prophesying;

Whole ecologies would branch and bloom
around us: orchards swirling,
a braided nest.
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It was wonderful to read! Your really reminds me of my own late grandmother, whose roots were in northern Italy. I might try to share an old poem about her for promptcombo this week. 🥰
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I could feel that warm and wholesome energy in that poem! It sounds like she was a lovely person. 🧡
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Did your grandmother ever have a chance to read or listen to your poetry, Carmella? This is a wonderful tribute, filled with unique details but also a radiant maternal quality that transcends 🧡
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This sounds delightful! Can’t wait to read it, Corinna! 🌿
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Scratch my other comment then, but for what it’s worth, I thought “tan duffle coat” was a very poetic way to describe a shell, in my alternative reading of it ☺️
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He is a real person?? I was picturing an actual hermit crab. Like the time I brought a shell home from the beach, and it ended up walking off the table the next day because there was a critter inside! Or the hermit crab that I had as a childhood pet who was named Basil 🐚