The final Poetry Friday of April is here, and hosted by Buffy Silverman at Buffy's Blog. Thanks, Buffy!
I haven't written a poem every day this month, but have written some, and shared books of poetry, novels and anthologies. Remember that Laura's Shovan's beautiful verse novel, The Last Fifth Grade of Emerson Elementary, came out just a couple of weeks ago! And I've enjoyed the goals of other Poetry Friday bloggers and their lovely writing. Also, all of us will remember this year's Progressive Poem, Irene Latham's Creation, the collaboration of 30 poets, for a long time! What a mysterious poem it has become, with one line added today by Sheila Renfro here, and the finale by Donna Smith at Mainely Write.
My April's weather has included eighty degrees, blooms and blizzards. It was warm last week and we had snow today, more coming on the weekend. The light shows springtime is here, however, thus my poem today.
I haven't written a poem every day this month, but have written some, and shared books of poetry, novels and anthologies. Remember that Laura's Shovan's beautiful verse novel, The Last Fifth Grade of Emerson Elementary, came out just a couple of weeks ago! And I've enjoyed the goals of other Poetry Friday bloggers and their lovely writing. Also, all of us will remember this year's Progressive Poem, Irene Latham's Creation, the collaboration of 30 poets, for a long time! What a mysterious poem it has become, with one line added today by Sheila Renfro here, and the finale by Donna Smith at Mainely Write.
My April's weather has included eighty degrees, blooms and blizzards. It was warm last week and we had snow today, more coming on the weekend. The light shows springtime is here, however, thus my poem today.
Morning Parade
Shade’s parade marches at sunrise.
Porch rail slats stripe the porch:
notebook paper lines
wait for me to write.
Tree branches ripple with the breeze;
their shadows change places.
Light glitters the trees.
Shade struts with the music
of geometric shapes- round pots,
rectangle chairs, triangle windchime.
At the end, mysterious flower wisps wiggle-
like people parade-watching,
impatient at streetside.
Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved
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