April’s poetry
running throughout early spring
hails the blooming May.
Spent all my April
making haiku and sonnets
looking for sparks.
Bye NaPoWriMo
enjoyed keeping company
another April.
Maybe there will be
one more sonnet for the road
heading into May.
Still reading Brenda Ueland’s If You Want To Write – A Book About Art, Independence and Spirit:
Know that there is often hidden in us a dormant poet, always young and alive. – de Musset
poems in your pocket
will I be brave and offer
it’s the day for it!
what poem will you choose?
i offer frost or sandburg.
take it: poetry.
Because it turns out that tomorrow is Poem in Your Pocket Day. Go forth and share!
I’m never guilty
of managing velocity
except in my car.
April the fourteenth.
open turbo tax. preview.
hit the send button.
tonight a blazing star
fell straight down to earth, glowing
making my heart leap.
One cat purring here
where have all the kitties gone?
thundering downstairs.
The first I can’t really explain. A random phrase picked out of a long day. The second needs no explanation for most.
The third. Well on my way home, at about 10:30 pm, I saw a huge falling star which seemed to fall straight down. The large meteor part and the tail I’d estimate to be 20-30 degrees of the arc of sky. It was huge and bright. I was on Rt 20 travelling east, near the top of Lords Hill in Nassau.
The fourth. Well. Probably means someone has a mouse down there but I’m not going down to find out and apparently Archie doesn’t care either.
Trust, a fragile bird
rides the swinging buzzing wire
until it flies off.
jittery bird, trust,
it cocks its head to the wire
and finally, bolts
Says the jittery:
you can’t talk your way out of
what your actions tell.
Trust is not fickle
its long remembering heart
holds everything close.
I think I’m still playing off the idea of “there is hope in a comma”. Maybe I’m looking for a semicolon? Or a full stop?
