The bookmark, on top of the picture above, came into the bookstore at the end of March. Often people do donate books and leave 'treasures' in them. This time, it became my own treasure and I knew what I would do for April's poetry, write about found treasures, perhaps find new places to look?
Plus! Check each day for the final line to the Progressive Poem, created by Irene Latham, now hosted by Margaret Simon! The link is to the right!
April ends today and thus does this particular poem a day. I'll continue writing, will continue enjoying playing with words. It's a pleasure to write every day, but even more, a pleasure to read what everyone else shares during April. With so much that's hard news recently, the respite given through reading thoughtful poems is appreciated!
Wishing everyone a May full of springtime joys!
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My Long Night
I woke up at 2:30.
I know because that’s
what the clock read.
And I wondered if I could
sleep a few more hours?
I like rising early
but. . . 2:30?
Yet, sleep came.
I dreamed of a rocky climb
up a slippery slope
wondering if it was really rocks
or life?
I am no Hillary or Norgay
but like the goats I see atop the rocks
when I drive into the Rockies,
I made it one step, one grasp,
one haul of my body
to the top.
What does this have to do
with getting back to sleep?
Is life too often a dream?
I rose as morning light glimmered,
turned on the coffee
to think about it.
Linda Baie ©
Until next April. . .