My forsythia bushes are usually in full bloom by mid-February. It's mid-March now and the buds are just beginning to show. All the snow and cold this year have made spring seem even farther away. The daffodil shoots are beginning to push up through the ground, but it's not happening fast enough and I'm desperate for flowers.
This seems a perfect topic for writing. Since we can't find it outside, let's encourage some virtual spring by writing about something flowery. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll post the results here later this week.
This seems a perfect topic for writing. Since we can't find it outside, let's encourage some virtual spring by writing about something flowery. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll post the results here later this week.
THE DIRT-READER
ReplyDeleteBy Steven Withrow
The earthworm knows no books.
He chews, instead, hard news
That gravels through his crooks.
He grinds each borer's bit
Of literary grit
And feeds wildflower's muse.
Ah, a fully blossomed poem!
ReplyDeleteThought you all might enjoy my newest project, a novella in verse for young adults, The Feather of Memory:
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Thanks for reading!
I'm cheating with this first one, from Squeeze (originally dated Feb 2002), but it's just too fitting not to let it out for some air:
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Crocuses are rocketing
inch by inch
out of the crumbled earth
the yellows aim for the sun
the purples push toward deep space
and inside
little astronauts in orange suits
cock their ruffled helmets
toward spring
Now I'll go and try for another...
Mouthflower
ReplyDeletethe shoot breaks ground
like teeth pressing F against lower lip
then releases into the sunchilled air
the lip dropping
to let out tongue’s L
suddenly mouth stretches
as stem stretches higher—OW—
and rounds again to closed bud
of the W
which pops open to a blooming ER
finishing with teeth yearning
to bite delicately
the flower
Heidi Mordhorst
all rights reserved
Daffodils
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Teacups of nectar,
Sunshine in snow,
Hello to springtime,
Go, winter, go!
Biology
ReplyDeleteWe studied flower sex
in biology today.
After school I walked
through the garden
and noticed the daisies
are a bunch of flirts.
--Kate Coombs, 2010, all rights reserved
My container garden is blooming...
ReplyDeleteNasturtiums
I planted you
the wrong time of year,
small seeds in pots
hopeful with dirt.
You burst out
like synchronized swimmers
and did a green crawl
across the patio.
When you reached the edge,
you let out a holler
of victorious gold.
--Kate Coombs, 2010, all rights reserved
Our local paper issued a similar challenge and I wrote about it a few days ago.
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I couldn't resist another one.
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Mine are blooming! It's amazing, you can buy spring at Whole Foods.
ReplyDeletekitchen windowsill--
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dizzying
Tricia,
ReplyDeleteHere's an acrostic that I've written several versions of over the course of many years. This is the latest version:
Day’s eye, wide
Awake, standing
In a meadow
Staring at the sky—its bright
Yellow face turned toward the sun.
Hi Tricia ~ no flowers, only promises.
ReplyDeleteLEAVES SIGNAL
Tips of leaves
itching to incite
spring’s festivities
poke their heads
through crusty earth
signaling to blossoms
it’s time to sing.
Carol Weis, 2010, all rights reserved
I have photos of my tulips and a "piku" (thanks to the host of Poetry Friday): http://deowriter.wordpress.com/2010/03/19/poetry-friday-flowers-and-piku/
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