Greening Again

We’re greening all over again
bulbs, birds unceasing, even dogs
having turned the corner on winter, with the trees

I round the trail’s corner, begin
to notice birds in the four-eyed tree, frogs
singing greenly in the reeds, all nature plain-meaning:

bend your head to the tree-sigh of still north-rooted breeze
catch the corner, quick, of golden sun in all this greening

 

My first-ever san san for NaPoWriMo Day 14.

Today’s To-do

breathe

cloud-air

mind tulip-full

 

exhale

poem-sigh

sun-loving, open

 

NaPoWriMo Day 27 prompted us to write hay(na)ku.

On the other hand

you can’t

get enough song

wine, sunshine, chocolate

seashells, praise, castles, alone-time:

cash helps

 

 

Because I am always saying (and writing) things that turn out to be untrue, I especially appreciated today’s NaPoWriMo prompt, which is to write a palinode.

Economic Poem

Rich in

years, travel, love

music, peace, gardens, words:

I’ve no (he)art to sell my poems–

take them.

 

 

The prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 7 is to write a poem about money. Here’s a soothing little cinquain to rest my brain after yesterday’s workout.

How Poetry Saved My Life (in London)

in cars, airports, airplanes, trains

this tote carried me and my goods

in iambic pentameter, Wallace Stevens,

I wish that I might be a thinking stone

 

(to admire far-below surroundings

of fair-furrowed hay-gold,

corn-green fields: why

you prospered, why

Saxons wanted you)

 

holiday humanity at the wax-works

shouting and camera-flash but here

in his corner, Dickens, and yea verily

Shakespeare, standing

 

then after the kerfuffle over Baker Street

while hungry, footsore we rattled

in the packed train all subterranean

children on our way to who knows

where or why: a song of apple boughs

pasted on the wall, Dylan Thomas,

and I was green and carefree

under the new made clouds

and happy as the heart was long