Three short springtime poems from my adventures tromping around outdoors this week. Cut After so much grey, brown, white, the smallest green shoots stretch upward in joy. Cringe as an ugly drone sounds, the mower cuts short the spring. Maple Sprouts Delicate small leaves a grove of hopeful seedlings on the forest floor Gatherer A… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Poem 6, 7, & 8
"Don't hate the villain, hate the villanelle!" Day five's poem is written for the the NaPoWriMo Day 5 prompt of a villanelle of opposing phrases. I'm most familiar with the style of a villanelle through the They Might Be Giants song Hate the Villanelle. It's a cleverly written song, I quite enjoy it. The prompt for… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Poem 5
This poem was tough to write. It also felt hugely necessary. I took some inspiration from the NaPoWriMo Day 4 prompt of a sad sonnet. My intent was that this one ended more hopeful than sad but it does carry a lot of sorrow. I've been in education in some capacity or another for over… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Poem 4
Chugging along! I actually have a lot more written but I'm finding it easier to hand write my poems. Sometimes I can corral the syllables and phrasings into a document on my phone. This month, though, I'm really trying to improve my poetry writing. It's easier to hammer out the stanzas on paper for me.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Poem 2 & 3
This has already been a fascinating learning experience. I'm learning a lot about myself as a poet, and as a parent. When I did this last year it felt relatively smooth and just a matter of snagging the time here and there. This year, getting poems written is taking more effort. This isn't a bad… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Poem 1
30 Poems in 30 Days! April is National (Global) Poem Writing Month! I'm going to do my best to follow prompts at the main NaPoWriMo website and get a poem written each day. If past experience is any guide, I'll likely accomplish that for ~5-7 days. I'll then end up scrambling a few poems out… Continue reading NaPoWriMo incoming!
A haiku as I restlessly wait for temperatures to get above freezing. Late winter sunlight calls me into the bare woods patchy snow, green buds