GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby

“ETERNAL CYCLE” was found in the poet’s papers. It appears this week along with “Lyric for Weekdays,” and even the essay featured in Kaleidoscope because they all in one way or another reflect how cycles, repetitions, affect our lives.

KALEIDOSCOPE— essays by Kathleen Roxby

“THE CURSE OF TEACHING ENGLISH” is a recent essay prompted as she says by a poem she found when searching the web. Her years as an English teacher in junior high school, as well as the early at home training she received from her mother, robbed her of the flexibility to accept what she continues to view as errors in speech.

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby

“LYRIC FOR WEEKDAYS” was chosen to accompany “Eternal Cycle.”  It is the author’s attempt to update the nursery rhyme/song she learned from her grandmother.

Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.

Guidelines for submission:

  1. List Splintered Glass prompt which inspired the work in the text of your email.
  2. Submit material to be published as Microsoft Word document. Submission should not be longer than one page. Editing will not be provided, please be careful.
  3. Include two brief sentences about the author. Example: Michael Whozits is the author of A Book and The Curl, a blog. He is a retired pilot and avid surfer.
  4. Submission must arrive no later than the 3rd Wednesday of the month in which the Splintered Glass prompt appeared. Only one reader’s submission will be selected for any given month.
  5. Send submission to karoxby@gmail.com.

 

  1. This month a poet offers his opinion of what it is to be an American.
  • Do you agree with his description? What would you add or delete?
  • What would you list and what the reasons for the list you chose?
  1. Another subject this month is that of healing. Some choose to find healing in nature. Do you? What does nature offer you? How does it make you feel?
  2. The unexplored is always tantalizing. What have you failed to explore, but always wanted to delve into? What is stopping you?

Strictly speaking to plat is to map a piece of land. It is the specification record for property lines. Where it gets confusing is when someone says that a plat defines a plot of land.

The truth is that the two words came from the same source word which was French and the name for the flat surface of a sword or a flat surface of land. With this designation, the word plat entered into English and being English (not American), the A in the word was pronounced “ah.”

Plot coming from the same origin (for some definitions) began life as an alternate spelling of plat. You can plot a route using a chart (plat). You can use this word to create a diagram or chart which marks a number of points on a graph.

Pronunciation is essentially the same whether in English or American speech. Now you see the problem. The two words seem to sound alike and seem to mean the same.

However, you cannot use plat for a conspiracy or play (drama, movie). These requires a “plot.” This use of the word plot has a murky beginning and is probably not from the same source as that of “plat.”

Have I thoroughly confused you? Well, welcome aboard. I find it confusing, too. The only use I have for plat in my ordinary life is in crossword puzzles. As for plot, well I am a writer after all, take a guess.

My final words to you: May you never have to go to court using a plat to keep your land, and may you never be the victim of an evil plot. Otherwise, plot and plat as the needs arise.

I heard today the tide does not roll in.

The Earth itself rolls forward and away

Allowing the oceans to slide above

As if rising higher by sheer will or moon pull.

 

I am stunned to think it is me, standing still

On the sand, sliding toward the sea

Moving slowly to the East or West

Until the sea touches my toes

And never know I am riding that great force–

The Earth in its daily rotation.

Rocky flatland bows

To a wild, willful wind

 

Spasmodic clumps of green

Hot yellow sun burns

GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby

“THERE IS A LAND STILL UNPOSSESSED” was found in the poet’s papers. The author was fascinated by the possibilities of other worlds.

KALEIDOSCOPE— essay by Kathleen Roxby

“PLAT versus PLOT” continues the author’s series on the oddities of the English language. It was chosen this week as a prosaic counterpart to the poem in GLASS RAIN.

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby

“RIDING THE EARTH” was written after hearing this idea expressed in a discussion of tides and the rotation of the Earth.

Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.

Guidelines for submission:

  1. List Splintered Glass prompt which inspired the work in the text of your email.
  2. Submit material to be published as Microsoft Word document. Submission should not be longer than one page. Editing will not be provided, please be careful.
  3. Include two brief sentences about the author. Example: Michael Whozits is the author of A Book and The Curl, a blog. He is a retired pilot and avid surfer.
  4. Submission must arrive no later than the 3rd Wednesday of the month in which the Splintered Glass prompt appeared. Only one reader’s submission will be selected for any given month.
  5. Send submission to karoxby@gmail.com.

 

  1. This month a poet offers his opinion of what it is to be an American.
  • Do you agree with his description? What would you add or delete?
  • What would you list and what the reasons for the list you chose?
  1. Another subject this month is that of healing. Some choose to find healing in nature. Do you? What does nature offer you? How does it make you feel?
  2. The unexplored is always tantalizing. What have you failed to explore, but always wanted to delve into? What is stopping you?

Her bare arms clasped the tree,

Its rugged bark pressed sharply

Against her skin.

Deep in the forest,

Tree and girl were one.

No other voice but hers

Stirred the fragrant air.

She tightened her hold

The solid roughness a biting pain

But better than the pain within.

The tree absorbed her tears

Unmoved, unchanged.