Monday, April 14, 2014

PROGRESSIVE POEM FOR NATIONAL POETRY MONTH



So, it’s now my turn to take part in Irene Latham's 2014 Progressive Poem! Each day a different poet adds a line to thIs poem and by the end of April we’ll have a complete poem written by 30 different people. I was talking to my son about this venture this morning.  Each poet contributes 1/30th of the poem and until the day before your post, where the poem might go is anyone’s guess.  I tried a few times to venture a line before my turn and each time the poem went in a totally different and delightful direction.

As the days came closer to my turn, I have had a bit of anxst, wondering what I would offer and what might be offered to me.  Janet gave the poem to me in a great place, allowing me to continue Irene’s words of wisdom.  Thank you, Janet!   Yesterday she began to give Irene her words of wisdom and today I chose to continue her words to us.  What does Irene tell our poem character to do?  What words are offered to her?   Read my line below and find out.

Following the Progressive Poem this month has been such fun.  It has been a wonderful addition to my celebration of National Poetry Month.  Thank you, Irene, for including me in this venture.

Here’s the poem, so far, with my line added at the end:

Sitting on a rock, airing out my feelings to the universe
Acting like a peacock, only making matters that much worse;
Should I trumpet like an elephant emoting to the moon,
Or just ignore the warnings written in the rune?
Those stars can’t seal my future; it’s not inscribed in stone.
The possibilities are endless! Who could have known?
Gathering courage, spiral like an eagle after prey
Then gird my wings for whirlwind gales in realms far, far away.

But, hold it! Let's get practical! What's needed before I go?
Time to be tactical— I'll ask my friends what I should stow.
And in one breath, a honeyed word whispered low— dreams — 
Whose voice? I turned to see. I was shocked. Irene's
Each voyage starts with tattered maps; your dreams dance on this page.
Determine these dreams—then breathe them!  Engage your inner sage.”

Tomorrow you can visit Tamara at The Writer's Whimsy to follow the journey of our character.   I am handing the poem off to you, Tamara.  Enjoy!

Saturday, April 12, 2014

AMAZING GRACE



Today I reach gratefully to this most amazing day.
To the birds who launch the day, chirping sweetly
 in the arborvitae alongside the window.
To a dawn cracking boldly through the stroke between
                earth and sky shifting from dark to light.
To a warming world where the last of the blackened snow melts
                replaced by green breaking through
                          remnants of crusted winter.                                         

I reach gratefully to this most amazing day.
To grace that allows me to see the freshness of beginnings.
To grace that opens me to heal hurts and surrender to a kiss.
To grace that stirs me to dance with abandon, touch with wonder
                and live in the paradox.

I reach gratefully to this most amazing day.
Anticipating the mystery of a day unfolding
Saluting what has been as a shaping of this day
Suspending past and future for the now…
I reach gratefully to this most amazing moment
                of chirping birds in the arborvitae outside my window.
Welcoming my reach, inviting me to be amazed in the now.

Grace…it is amazing

 With gratitude to Ruth, who shares her blog space to welcome all of our celebrations.