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Flapper Press Welcomes Poet Joan McNerney

By Elizabeth Gracen:


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The Flapper Press Poetry Café features the work of poets from around the globe. It is an honor to share their work and learn more about their lives, influences, and love of poetry.


This week, we are honored to feature the work of poet Joan McNerney.                                                                                                                    

Joan McNerney
Joan McNerney

Joan McNerney is originally from Brooklyn but now lives in a small town in upstate New York. She has recited her poetry at the National Arts Club in New York City, State University of New York in Oneonta, the McNay Art Institute in San Antonio, TX, and the University of Houston in Texas.  Published worldwide in over thirty five countries, her work has appeared in numerous literary publications. Four Best of the Net nominations have been awarded to her. Her published works The Muse in Miniature, Love Poems for Michael I & II and At Work are available on Amazon.com A new release entitled Light & Shadow explores the recent historic COVID pandemic. 


Please meet Joan McNerney!

                         

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Elizabeth Gracen: Joan, thank you so much for submitting your lovely poetry to Flapper Press. Would you please tell our readers a little bit about you and how/when you started writing poetry?


Joan McNerney: I was born in Brooklyn, New York. My family moved to California when I was six years old. My father died when I was nine, so we moved back East. It was lonely shifting from school to school, so reading became a constant companion. Poetry in particular was very evocative for me. My high school poetry was published in Young America Sings, and this gave me an incentive to continue writing.          


EG: You state in your bio that you like to write poetry in various styles—“fanciful, lyrical and experimental.” Is poetry part of your daily practice? If you aren’t opposed to sharing your process, tell us about your typical approach to writing a poem.


JM: I start with a concept of what I’d like to write and then sketch it out on the computer. I will experiment and sometimes think of additions and changes during the day. This will continue until there is something good written. Then it is left alone for a while. Finally, I return to the worked draft, and the poem is ready.  Those periods when not writing, I do send my work out. The guidelines are frequently difficult, but I give my best effort. Various publications often send me their poetry to read. So you could say I am always in the poetry loop.  


EG: It was difficult to choose just three of your submitted poems for this article. What I found most interesting was the big pendulum swing from weightier subjects about aging and loneliness to subjects like flowers and lovers and kisses. You are sensitive and full of honest emotion when you write. Can you share your thoughts about what poetry means to you and why you’ve chosen it as one of your forms of creative expression?


JM: Poetry has been very important for me. I find it to be a form which expresses emotion in both a subtle and forceful manner. You can describe a scene, build a character, evoke a mood, and celebrate a moment in a short poem. Most readers return again and again to their treasured pieces. There seems always more to be discovered as we again dip into a finely crafted poem. 


EG: Who are your biggest creative influences—poets, writers, artists, musicians—and how have they impacted your creative life and the way that you create poetry?


JM: I always love visual art, fine music, theater, and ballet. There is so much great poetry to turn to. Edgar Allen Poe, Emily Dickinson, and William Butler Yeats are my all-time favorites. I attended and have been featured at many fine poetry readings. These have been inspirational for me. Many print and digital publications have outstanding visuals to complement the poems. It is wonderful to be part of such beautiful compositions. 


EG: Why should people care about poetry? Is it relevant to our lives? What do you think people who don’t “get” poetry are missing?


JM: Children actually love poems. Somehow later in school, poetry becomes very difficult because we overanalyze it. Enjoying poetry is very simple: just read it and be transported to where the poet takes you. 
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Your Present


I wanted to bring back the

best gift from the country

for you, just for you. I wanted to.


Some sky would be nice

lots of lovely sky with

light fleecy clouds.


So I rushed through

stores and bought the

biggest shiny box and

looked for a perfect bow.


All shades of blue, violet

with red and yellow.

An entire rainbow of

colored ribbons for the

box to put this sky into.


Then on the bus my bow

fell apart. Somebody

stepped on the box. It's

all crushed and dirty.


By the time we got to

the city it was late. Did

my sky fly away?

The box is empty now.


I wanted to bring back the

best gift from the country

for you, just for you.

I wanted to. 


From the poet:

Wanting to bring back a present for a friend who yearns for the countryside and big blue skies. 



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Wish List


I wish life could be

like those movies with 

happy endings when

everyone kisses.


I wish that movie

with many twists, spins 

turns out some sharp guy 

finds that pretty gal.


I wish I could be

that pretty gal with

gleaming teeth &

long eye lashes.


I wish there could be

exquisite dresses 

muffs & puffs

all pink iridescent.


I wish there were

this big fancy house

full of wardrobes

puppies, canaries.


I wish yellow canaries

would sing and dance

whirling my name in script

across an endless blue sky.


From the poet:

After watching an old-fashioned romantic movie, I long for love and companionship.



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Bright Pink Begonias


While bees glide and lovers 

stroll through the park gardens

this long afternoon. 


Clouds stretching the horizon 

as a young man skates by. 


Bright pink begonias 

begonias everywhere. 


The air fills with oranges 

guitars strum soft songs and 

children skip in perfect rhythm. 


You kiss kiss my lips again again 

always begonias begonias 

growing bigger every minute.


From the poet:                           

Walking with my sweetheart while sneaking a few kisses through the town park. Entranced by others sharing a world of happiness!



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