Good Morning (or afternoon, or evening…whatever the case may be)! Margaret has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Reflections on the Teche.
(Good Night by Carl Sandburg can be found here.)
Poetry Friday: Good Morning
Good Morning (or afternoon, or evening…whatever the case may be)! Margaret has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Reflections on the Teche.
(Good Night by Carl Sandburg can be found here.)
A(nother) Year of Reading 
How I love your poem and it works well from Sandburg’s whose poem I connected with after reading last week. Parts that speak to me, “Bees make a lazy trajectory of gold-and-black” and “lifted by sun’s fingers.” Also all the clanging in the kitchen, and your sentinel blackbird too, thanks!
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I can hear the sound of the red-winged blackbird in your poem. I love how you adapted the form and repeated “Many ways to spell good morning.”
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Beautiful, Mary Lee. I especially like the misty quilt, lifted by sun’s fingers. Your poem paints many glorious beginnings… thank you!
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Mary Lee, I didn’t really know Carl Sandburg’s Good Night poem, and when I read Carl Sandburg at the top of your poem, I didn’t read “after”. I read the whole poem thinking it was his. And then with delight saw that you had written it. You wrote about the red wing blackbird’s epaulettes and shouting the wetland awake and the misty quilt and all those beautiful kitchen sounds. Oh, my! I love it more now that I thought it was Carl Sandburg’s.
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Love that redwing blackbird shouts the morning awake – and that mallard and frog join in. I can relate to this – but of an evening, moreso.
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Mary Lee I thoroughly enjoyed what you did here. The ever expanding morning chorus and the various ways it is spelt out was masterfully laid out for us as readers. i have just come from the kitchen chorus and clatter, so I certainly appreciate your words even more. I also liked the lazy trajectory of the bees. You have innovated, not merely imitated on Sandburg’s original structure.
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What a great choice for a mentor poem! I especially love the first three lines of the long stanza, the oral calisthenics required by “larch, epaulettes, he shouts the wetland awake, mallard and frog join in.” Delicious.
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Oh, this is lovely….just lovely. Last weekend I was far out in the country and these are exactly the ways ‘good morning’ was spelled. I wonder if any of my students would recognize this? We are very suburbanized. Maybe we will need to use this as a mentor text!
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Love that, Mary Lee! And how nice to read it on my favorite morning of the week. I might just have to walk up to the neighborhood pond to see the red-winged blackbirds.
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You know I love a good mentor poem! Thanks for including Sandburg’s poem. You followed his lead but definitely made it your own. And that red-winged blackbird – I could hear him calling! I’ve seen more of them this year than ever before and I find them fascinating. That little touch of red and yellow makes all the difference. Yes, love that we both included them in poems this week.
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There was a red-winged blackbird that I often saw when I passed a small meadow near my home. Sadly, developers destroyed that meadow and put in townhomes. I miss that bright-winged bird. Your poem is a delight of morning images that invite a good day!
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Beautiful Mary Lee. I love all your ways to spell good morning, but I think my favourite was the kitchen stanza, reminding us that even seemingly everyday things like kettle whistles are special.
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I adore this. “Kitchens are a chorus of kettle whistles.” What a comforting, hopeful, peaceful poem of home. x
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