 Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others). This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising. Some have been on the blog before and others not. I have five great interviews lined up: April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON April 23 POETRY FRIDAY: JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA JUDGE I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi. CONFESSION: I am posting a day late. But thanks to the time travel ability of posting, it will look like Monday. In 2009, In respond to a prompt by Tricia’s , she asked for a poem "outside my window". I wrote a pantoum in response: outside my window the language of spring speaks tulips dance in the breeze as bee symphony plays a concerto the language of spring speaks poppy poems emerge from the soil bee symphony plays a concerto industrious blue jays build their nest poppy poems emerge from the soil daffodils bow heads in prayer industrious blue jays build their nest as dogwood buds burst onto the stage daffodils bow heads in prayer fiddle heads unfurl, frog croaks for its mate as dogwood buds burst onto the stage morning sun cascades through the trees fiddle heads unfurl, frog croaks for its mate tulips dance in the breeze as morning sun cascades through the trees outside my window © jone rush macculloch, draft, 2009 Today I used the words from this 2009 poem to create a Reverso poem. I also updated some lines to reflect where I live now.
outside my window spring speaks at dawn bees buzz-buzz-buzz a concerto red-winged blackbird answers, conk-la-ree tulips sway in the breeze poppy poems emerge from winter soil black-capped juncos gather twigs red flowering currant bursts into bloom I sip tea, Scottish Fraoch and write morning pages I write morning pages and sip tea, Scottish Fraoch red flowering currant bursts into bloom black-capped juncos gather twigs poppy poems emerge from winter soil tulips sway in the breeze red-winged blackbird answers, conk-la-ree bees buzz-buzz-buzz a concerto spring speaks at dawn outside my window © jone rush macculloch, , draft, 2021 Comments are closed.
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