Poetry Friday: Journeys
. The Inklings were all together last weekend for the first time ever. What a joyous time we had! Joyous, and tinged with the sadness that it had to end…and that Heidi will soon be across the pond for 9 months. Catherine led us in an activity that I put to good use for this…
Poetry Friday: Pantoum
The photo is the small town swimming pool where I was a lifeguard through high school and some of college, but the fancy slide wasn’t there during my time. You only get a hint of the amount of sky that was visible from up on the lifeguard stands, but if you could climb up the…
Poetry Friday: A Prose Poem Mentor Text
I will read anything that Robert Macfarlane writes. But when I started The Book of Birds: A Field Guide to Wonder and Loss, I was even more flabbergasted than usual. Each short piece about a once-common bird is a poem. The book blurb says, “The Book of Birds is a field guide with a difference:…
Poetry Friday: Painting the Sky
The plan was to get up early and work on a poem for today in response to one of Audrey Gidman’s July prompts (#14 — about a fish, without naming the fish in the poem). My bluegill poem will have to wait. When I got up this morning the view above is what I saw.…
Poetry Friday: Thumbs
After reading DOG SHOW by Billy Collins last week, I found myself writing under his influence! Jan has this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup at Bookseedstudio.
Poetry Friday: Digging…or Cutting
Catherine offered the Inklings this month’s challenge, choosing from the June challenges of Audrey Gidman: Read “Digging” by Seamus Heaney. Think about something that has been handed down to you—from a parent, a grandparent, an elder in your life—that feels alive in you now. Think of how it is the same and think of how…
Poetry Friday: Summer Triptych
. Summer Triptych – For the Teachers I. Freedom is the classroom door closed and locked.Shelves are covered with craft paper,desk drawers are perhaps organizedor else abandoned in clutter.It can allwait. II. A black swallowtail dipsto the dilltime shiftsfrom calendar and clockto caterpillar and bloom. III. Chicory appearsalong roadsides and railroads:blue brackets that begin and endthis…
Poetry Friday: June Garden
I’ve been savoring the micro-seasons of our garden and our climate zone. It’s the season of bottle-brush buckeyes, fireflies, and cone flowers. In our garden, the rattlesnake master is going to bloom for the first time, and both the taller-than-me bergamot and the royal catchfly are filled with buds, too. Bring on the next season…
Poetry Friday: Ode to My Garden
I had the Inklings challenge this month: “Use a recent comment on one of your posts as a line in a poem.” Jan (Bookseedstudio) left the first two lines of this poem in the comments on my May 26 post. Her comments often sound like poems or lines from poems, so she made my job…
The Poetry Friday Roundup is HERE!
I’ve moved the picnic table into the shade of the weeping birch in the back yard of my childhood home, and the Poetry Sisters are arriving with yummy offerings for today’s pot luck. Nope. While I DID grow up on the arid high plains of eastern Colorado, that’s WAY too dry. Let’s try again. Right…
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A(nother) Year of Reading 