Today is March 25th and we had a snow day in Richmond, VA. Talk about unexpected! I am so ready for spring. This is the second Monday in a row that we've had snow. My son was thrilled about this turn of events, me not so much.
How about we write about the unexpected this week? The unexpected event, turn of a phrase, ending to a book or movie, etc. What have you found lately that was unexpected? Leave me a note about your poem and I'll share the results in time for Poetry Friday.
TOP OF THE MORNING
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Our neighborhood. School's
closed (again). I head outside,
filled with Mom's homemade
raison biscuits, to start shoveling
our driveway (again), when I see
A Red-Breasted Nutthatch;
All white cheeked, blue-grey and
Cinnamon coated, sitting on a
wooded stump opposite our barbed
wire fence. I run inside, grab some
peanuts, put them in a jelly jar,
rush back out and place them
against the backstop, figuring
he hasn't had his breakfast yet.
(C) Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.
Spring Rain
ReplyDeleteDeaf to raindrops peppering the water,
Two herons laser onto tadpole snacks.
Tadpoles glimpse the submarine (an otter),
Sublimely unaware of air attacks.
A thunderstorm is manna to the river.
Ambling cows have felt it all before.
“Hear the pitter-pattering?” says the beaver.
Her kittens bicker on a hickory floor.
A doubtful owl opens one eye. His ruling
On water’s felonies: disturbing sleep.
Grateful snails and slugs begin refueling.
A log-lorn frog finally decides to leap.
Watching the stirring world becomes the humbling,
Magnificent event it’s always been.
Dazzled, I wonder what’s the point in fumbling
With my umbrella. I’ve come home again.
(C) J.Patrick Lewis 2013.
First Weekend: Montauk
ReplyDeleteIf we are quiet, you said,
sea wind tangling your hair,
we may see a deer. So I held
my heart silent in my mouth
so that the deer, its white tail
semaphoring as it leaped the dune,
could tell me what I already knew
about you, about us, about the future
lying forty-six years before us
as we leaped over
that first awkward weekend
into the rest of our lives.
©2013 Jane Yolen all rights reserved
A Poem
ReplyDeleteA poem can call you when it’s dusk,
can soothe you with a lullaby,
can bring you water, smooth your sheets,
goodnight you like a firefly.
A poem can write a simple note
to offer lilac metaphors,
invite you like a maiden aunt
who proffers plates of petit fours.
A poem can pull you down a path
where shadows tremble trees,
can kiss you till you’re someone else
whose hair is made of breeze.
A poem can sing you,
hold you, sting you,
gold you, catch you,
reach, unlatch you,
teach and kind you,
roam and find you.
Home you—all of this
is what a poem can do.
—Kate Coombs, 2013
all rights reserved
Inspiring poems this week!
ReplyDeleteMr. Buckland’s Bones
At Stonesfield, north of Oxfordshire,
A giant lizard’s bone
I dug up from the earth, entire,
And kept it for my own.
A curious and ancient prize,
No forgery or fake,
Immense, reptilian, fossilized,
Though like no living snake.
My monster must have had a jaw
As wide as Devon Gate,
I trembled at its teeth, in awe,
But feared I was too late
To flay and roast it by the pound
Above my cooking fire,
That long-dead beastie I had found
Just north of Oxfordshire.
--Steven Withrow, 2013, all rights reserved
Inspired by the unexpected life of William Buckland
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Buckland
People, your four beautiful poems make me ask "Where have I been all these Mondays?" Goodness--time to get back and join the workout!
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