If you want to read some good poetry, Diane and Mimi of
Messymimi's Meanderings write wonderful, funny,
thought-provoking, ingenious and honestly well written verse. Go and
read.
Karen of
Baking in a Tornado
has joined us in this crazy pursuit, and promises us at least a poem a month -
may we hope for more!
SpikesBestMate
often publishes a nice verse in the comments, and helps out at topic
supplying.
Jenny at
Procrastinating Donkey
who has been a faithful participant, is taking a break due to her husband's recent passing from
this world. Let's continue to send warm thoughts, good energy, and lots of
prayers her way.
I have something more to ask of you: If you read this and the
poetry of others, would you please leave a comment. Half - if not more - the
fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
Spring is so chaotic that a free form verse is needed to capture it.
To tell of the best things of spring
I need a zillion ears, fingers, eyes
Its popping up everywhere.
There flowers, here birds, there a tree.
The air smells so wonderful fresh.
After the early morning rain.
The swallows arrive once again.
The gooseberry flowers that smell
Are visited by bumble bees.
And catkins adorn all the trees.
The ground elder covers the earth.
The brooklets are laughing with glee.
The Quince unfolding their leaves
And flowers in glowing bright red.
The weeds are so busy.
The bushes so bushy
The Spring is amazingly new.
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Topics coming up:
Lost Sock Memorial Day. (May 10)
The anniversary of the patent of the rubber band. (May 17)
Favourite breakfast (May 24)
Memorial Day (May 31)
Best Friends Day (from June 8) (June 7)
Monkey Around Day (June 14)
Fathers (June 21)
Bubbles (June 28)
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I always hated poetry at school and have avoided it when I can since then. Sometimes I read poems on others blogs, but never know what to say about them if I don't understand the meaning, much like in school days.
SvarSletI feel with you. Poetry at school was always something with finding the hidden (often sexual) meaning behind the words. Never just about enjoying the words, rhythms etc.
SletI hope my straightforward poems about Life, the Universe and Everything can help just a bit. No double meanings or hidden messages here. Pure fun, exuberance or the opposite as the Topic takes me.
Spring is an exuberant, exciting time - which your poem captures beautifully. She is also unpredictable.
SvarSletThank you. Spring is unpredictable here as everywhere it seems.
SletI agree. Spring brings a freshness to all forms of life that seems to stir the blood. I especially love the fresh green of bursting buds on the trees. A lovely poem, Charlotte.
SvarSletIt's popping up all over, and it's such fun to watch.
SvarSlet