April bows out
leaving so prettily
was rainy, cold and gray
starts this day,
insects flit and buzz everywhere,
and the pigeons low cooing
continues until dusk
Sun and wind and greening grass,
clean smell of growing things
and freshly turned earth
promise gardens of delight
The flowers of May
the fruits of June
and August’s bounty
drying, dying into autumn
We made it! Congratulations to everyone who wrote 30 poems in 30 days during the month of April! Well done, you!
through the screen door
as though it knew
how we longed for it
dreamed of it
in our winter hearts
of warm, green days
of dirt and sprouting seeds
as it carries April away
Snowstorm, April 2
weathervane horse prances north
robins are unimpressed
I know the picture doesn’t exactly match the words, but it’s the best picture of the wild, windy snowstorm. This is linked to the Imaginary Garden, where Karin asked us to include something about horses, and Prompt Nights, where Saana gave us the topic “Surely you jest.”
“Heaven deliver us, what’s a poet? Something that can’t go to bed without making a song about it.” ― Dorothy L. Sayers
Today begins National Poetry Month, no fooling! It was started by the Academy of American Poets to help increase awareness of poetry in our very prosaic existence. Here is a link to thirty ways to celebrate poetry.
Another way to celebrate (if you like celebrations with lots of agony (no, not 50 shades of agony)) is to try writing a poem a day for the month of April. If you’re interested have a peek here: http://www.napowrimo.net/
And if you write a poem a day anyway, just because you are that creative and disciplined, you probably aren’t wasting time reading something like this; and by the way, I sort of hate you. Well, not really, not hate – I guess it’s more like envy. And that’s still not good, I know, but I”m working on it.
I’m going to do the NaPoWriMo poem a day challenge on another blog I have that’s not on WordPress. I’m feeling a bit panicked, because I haven’t been writing ahead with a week or two worth of poems on in reserve. In fact I haven’t even written today’s #1 poem yet. *gulp* But I will in a few minutes. If you’re interested you can have a peek here: http://writinginthebachs.blogspot.com/
And just because I can’t really talk about National Poetry Month without having a poem in the post I’ll include one that I wrote awhile back and still sort of like:
coral, shells, stones and bones
littered across memory’s beach.
air feeds fire.
We stir the cauldron and reflect.
Bury your treasure deep –
golden moments silvery seconds
no matter the lock
they will not keep.