Pen and Moon

musings, life lessons & poetry from Theresa Jarosz Alberti

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This iLand Is Your Land, This iLand Is My Land

Recently a poem that my son Leo wrote 10 years ago resurfaced in my Facebook Memories. He was a senior in high school and students were asked to write poetry about the islands of trash accumulating in the Pacific Ocean. I was blown away by his poem when he first showed it to us, and still impressed to reread it 10 years later. He uses potent language and imagery to call attention to this important and often-ignored issue.  And I love the term “iLand,” as if Apple has taken over the world. Continue reading

A Bouquet of Poetry

In the midst of this bustling holiday season, I offer you a bouquet of poetry. I know for myself that it’s so good and necessary to stop a moment, breathe and relax. A little poetry break might be just the thing.

Today I have put together a list of poems from my Poetry Challenge last April. Perhaps one or two will spark your interest and help you take that moment of respite from busyness. Self-care is so important, how ever you choose to do that. I need to remind myself that a lot! Continue reading

The Mississippi, the Moon, and the Curiosity of Loving Things

I am lucky enough to live two blocks from the Mississippi River here in Minneapolis. I’m not quite sure why, but I have a love affair with this river. I feel some kind of energetic connection to this artery that flows from the top to bottom of our country. I feel pulled to look at it, see how blue or gray, smooth or choppy the waters are, especially when I drive over the Marshall-Lake Street Bridge and can see a long view of it on both sides. It somehow gives something back to me too. It sparks my creativity; I’ve written a few poems about it too, like this one here. Continue reading

Poem: What You Cannot Erase

Greetings from this way-too-cold-and-snowy Minneapolis morning. In an effort to write more, connect more, blog more, I bring you the first installment of Poetry Monday. Have a great day!

{Dedicated to those estranged from family}

What You Cannot Erase

Here in my mirror
in a fleeting glance,
sometimes your brown eyes
look back at me,
the thin lips of your smile,
or that expression I used
to see on your face.
At midlife now
I recognize
your chin, your jowls.
It’s always a surprise,
unexpected,
strangely not
unpleasant. Continue reading

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