April - Poetry Month - Day Fifteen - Poetry Friday - Where Am I?

    

           Poetry Friday is hosted this Friday by Matt Forrest Esenwine at his blog Radio, Rhythm, & Rhythm. Be sure to visit to read his special interview with Leslie Bulion. featuring her new book Serengeti, illustrated by Becca Stadtlander. I am looking forward to this book about this magical, intriguing place! Thanks for hosting, Matt!

        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? Happy April!

Plus! Check each day for the added line to the Progressive Poem, created by Irene Latham, now hosted by Margaret Simon! The link is to the right!  

        For this poem, I've been doing some research and some camera micro-shots. I am amazed at the view and my imagination took off! Don't look at the end until you read!

Where Am I?

 

I took the magic antidote

that made me quite a mite.

I sneaked into the forest

and saw to my delight

some things I had imagined

when looking from on high.

There wandering on a pathway  

was an elvish passerby.

 

April - Poetry Month - Day Fourteen - A Granddaughter Treasure

 

        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? Happy April!

Plus! Check each day for the added line to the Progressive Poem, created by Irene Latham, now hosted by Margaret Simon! The link is to the right!  

       This is a big day for someone in my family. My oldest granddaughter, Ingrid, is thirteen today. I could write a lot about the treasure Ingrid is to me, to her family. This time, I wrote from the POV of those around her, around our own children or grandchildren growing up. 

         The picture is from yesterday. Her wish was to go shopping with me to choose some new clothes. The bucket hat is one new thing!

        Ingrid’s Birthday

 

I remember, as a grandmother,

and as a mother,

when the toddler let go my hand

toddled on down the walk,

a time I realized I’d be saying goodbye

for all the coming years.

Now Ingrid at Thirteen 

takes another step away.

It’s sad and happy for her parents,

for me, too.

We want this;

we don’t want this.

Life’s contradictions 

offer the bittersweet,

but we choose the sweet.

 

Linda Baie ©

Happy Birthday sweet Ingrid!

It's April, Poetry Month, Day Thirteen - Moon

 It's April, Poetry Month, Day Thirteen!

        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? Happy April!

Plus! Check each day for the added line to the Progressive Poem, created by Irene Latham, now hosted by Margaret Simon! The link is to the right!  

 

The breeze blew the moon

          into the branches

              of a tree last night,

        a rose petal gone astray—

          no cheese at all!

 Linda Baie ©

April - Poetry Month - Day Twelve - The Blank Page

 

        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? Happy April!

Plus! Check each day for the added line to the Progressive Poem, created by Irene Latham, now hosted by Margaret Simon! The link is to the right!  

         Searching for treasures at home, in nature, well, everywhere, I concluded I indeed am rich! Suddenly, it occurred to me that something I take for granted is the blank page. How inviting it is to imagine what can happen when marks are made. I think of petroglyphs, the first 'blank pages' for people long ago to record what they see, what stories they want to tell.

   Blank Page Calling

 

Life’s film rolls before my eyes

awaiting new ink

new words to blacken the page,

to create new images

for others to view.

Frustration –

my pen pauses,

starts,

stops.

How will I show these trunks

blackened with spring snow

standing in opposition

to green grass beneath?

What melodic metaphor can I use

to sketch

the courageous squirrel

high stepping on power lines

across six lanes of rush?

When will the letters flow

to parade my feelings 

of happiness

for one sweet moment?

A blank page waits.

 

Linda Baie ©

April - Poetry Month - Day Eleven - In Defense

   It's April, Poetry Month, Day Eleven!

        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? Happy April!

Plus! Check each day for the added line to the Progressive Poem, created by Irene Latham, now hosted by Margaret Simon! The link is to the right!  

In Defense

 

do not decry as lowly weeds

I beg to differ, take a look

their sunshine brings a spring-like vive

preparing food for the honeybee hive

and when they’re ready for goodbyes

they fill all happy children’s needs

to blow and blow away the seeds

then like parachutes rise away

to begin again another day

 

Linda Baie ©