NPM19- Day 15 - One Day

Continuing with ideas from the book. This time,  "a day"

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Tabatha Yeatts has created a link to poems teachers and librarians can print for poetry month, titled "Poetry in The Halls". I'm grateful to be one of the poets!

Jama Rattigan has a post HERE with many poets' goals for April.

The Progressive Poem schedule can be found on the right!

Sunday  

 

I am sitting here

reading and enjoying the Times,

happy for the honey sunshine

that makes every day sweet.

Here on quiet Sunday

the sun pinked 

the sky’s few clouds

for a quiet hello, 

a spring day at last.

I open windows before

dusk brings the chill,

hearing only kids and dogs. 

No one scrapes ice from car windows.

I sip peppermint tea,

iced.

Linda Baie ©

Haiku - Poetry Month - Goodbye to Break

created by Leigh Anne Eck
at A Day In The Life 

 It's exciting to welcome April, poetry month. Many Poetry Friday bloggers are beginning challenges for the month, and others offer invitations to write along with them. I may join them sometimes during the month, but my goal is to work hard to write haiku and haiku-related poetry this month. See my latest below. 
           I'm also happy that some of us also are supporting each other, sharing on twitter with the hashtag #DigiPoetry, created by Margaret Simon, of Reflections on The Teche.You're welcome to join us. Find the many Poetry Month offerings rounded up by Jama Rattigan at Jama's Alphabet Soup. If you want to see some lovely poetry, go to Jama's post to see everyone's plans.

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blooms sunbathe

celebrating spring vacation -- 

coffee on the porch

Linda Baie (c) All Rights Reserved

Poetry the Seeing

"Poetry is speaking Painting"   Plutarch        

       I went out to my old house yesterday.  I will be closing the sale for it soon, so I think this will be my final visit as the owner.  I mostly walked around the yard, taking note of flowers beginning to appear.  Spring blooms are definitely on their way.  One of my favorite flowers showing early year is a bed of violets.  They are so lovely and ephemeral, a joy for just a few weeks.   

Lovely Sundays

March 13, 2011 Slice of Life Thirteen

I spoke of missing a quiet Saturday yesterday by helping with practice interviews with new teachers. Today, I have a bit of a restful weekend back, and wanted to capture it in a poem. I also needed to write a poem to be ready for poetry group on Monday, so have an extra motivation for writing.

Sundays

Sundays,

with

all

this

time,

I can even tell the details of my dreams.

House ghosts cry for teddy bear pancakes

cinnamon sugar syrup,

funnies.

My husband reads to me – a gallery opening,

David Brooks’ column,

the latest news for March madness.

Hums, rustles, yawns.

I warm my hands around the coffee mug and look out

at the feeder.

Squirrels scurry for corn;

finches titter and nudge for seeds.

I wish for spring.