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Wednesday, April 26, 2023

Progressive Poem 2023 - Day 27

 Happy Poetry Month!


I love celebrating my favorite writing genre all month long!  This year, my friend, Janet Fagal invited me to join with some wonderful Poetry Friday participants to create a progressive poem. There are 30 poets contributing to this community poem. Each poet adds one line to the poem for each day of April. This tradition was started by Irene Latham back in 2012. Margaret Simon took over as host in 2020. 

I'm absolutely inspired and I can't wait to introduce the idea of a progressive poem to my students. This will make for a wonderful class project. I'm planning to have each of my students craft a single line. We'll choose the topic together, then sign up to add a line. I can't wait to see what we create. 

Just as I can't wait to see where this lovely poem leads us.

I've been visiting each blog and watching in fascination as each poet put his/her stamp on the poem. The collective imagination of some very talented poets has created a lovely poem so far. I've been handed the gift of the most recent line by Patricia. I'm honored to add mine (in blue). 

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Suddenly everything fell into place
like raindrops hitting soil and sinking in. 

When morning first poked me, I’d wished it away
my mind in the mist, muddled, confused. 

Was this a dream or reality, rousing my response?
The sun surged, urging me to join in its rising, 

Rising like a crystal ball reflecting on morning dew.
I jumped out of bed, ready to explore the day. 

My feet pull me outside and into the garden
Where lilies and bees weave…but wait! What’s that? 

A bevy of bunnies jart and dart and play in the clover.
A dog barks and flash, the bunderstorm is over. 

I breathe-brave, quiet. Like a seed,
as the day, foretold in my dream, ventured upon me. 

Sunbeams guided me to the gate overgrown with wisteria
where I spotted the note tied to the gate. 

As I reached the gnarled gate, pollen floated like fairy dust into my face. Aaah Choo!
Enter, if you must. We’ve been waiting for you.

Not giving the curious note a thought, I pushed the gate open and ran through.
Stopped in my tracks, eyes wide in awe- can this really be true?

Huge mushrooms for tables, vines twined into chairs,
a flutter of fairies filled flowery teawares.

With glazed nut cakes and apple blossom tea,
I heard soft whispers from behind a tree. Oh my! They had been “waiting for me!”

Still brave, but cautious I waited for them.
Forested friends filled the glade. “You’ve arrived! Let the reverie begin!”

I laughed as my bare feet danced across the dew-soaked grass.

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So that's it. Only a few more lines to go. I'm handing it off to Karin at her Still in Awe blog. Here's the full list of all the contributing poets and their blogs.