Showing posts with label poem 7. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 7. Show all posts

Thursday, April 6, 2017

#PoetryFriday #NPM17 - Poem 7 of 30


                "Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.      ~ Carl Sandburg
      

Poetry Friday 
      Poetic things of interest:  
  •          See Irene Latham's  Progressive Poem's schedule on the page above.  I'm getting a bit nervous; my line is due Sunday! 
  •         We are most fortunate today because Irene is also our host. Go HERE for her poetry goodness post, the Artspeak poem and the next line in the Progressive poem PLUS the round-up. Thanks Irene!
  •          If you'd like to see what everyone is doing for Poetry Month, look HERE at Jama Rattigan's post at Jama's Alphabet Soup.

         It's April,  and I am immersed in poetry. Each day, among all the other posts I'm trying to connect with, I'm writing a poem. My goal for Poetry Month: TINY THINGS. My choices may surprise you, and I'm excited to write, share, and read how everyone writes to meet their special goals for celebrating poetry month.  Thus far I've written about a tiny Thanksgiving, a baby elephant, a tiny book, a peach pit, a musical note and a "must do" list. Today, the light in a window. 


           Tiny Lights

If you listen to the evening dusk
you’ll catch a breath of a lullaby.   
Robins settling for the night,
now wiggling into place, they sigh.
Bye bye.

And if you watch in the evening dusk,
as dark comes near, the children run.
They follow the glow of window lights,
their play completed with the sun,
all done.
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