 Hop on over to Linda at TeacherDance. She share a surprise late snow storm and thoughts on 'time'.j Last week, I went on a field trip to one of my favorite wineries. I was able to photograph a single first bloom. On the weekend, I discovered busyness in the hanging planter. It was also MudPuddle Saturday(a group of women write about twice a month), I was able to draft a couple poems based on prompts. Winter’s scent outside my window questions us,When is spring? Hummingbirds dart, sip nectar the fairy flowers © jone rush macculloch, 2021 draft Bushtits Gather Little partiers, the bushtits gather at the suet block The high scratchy calls twitter-tweet the location A flash mob hangs upside down, dining. All are welcome. © jone rush macculloch, 2021 draft
GET READY! NATIONAL POETRY MONTH IN TWO WEEKSI am looking forward to these interviews! There will be prizes.
April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON April 23 POETRY FRIDAY: JOANNE FRITZ April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA JUDGE During the week, I will be taking a second look at poems I have written in the past and playing with revision.
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Welcome to Poetry Friday. Today Heidi at my juicy little universe is hosting Poetry Friday as she celebrates her birthday with two wonderful poems from the Poetry Foundation website. As one of her poems expresses may she have "the flame and the breath for wishes" into this new trip around the sun. Happy birthday, Heidi! Today (Thursday actually) I got to sit outside and read. Oh joyous day. I got to read a book that I will be featuring in April for National Poetry Month from a debut author. Spring is arriving bit by bit. Earlier in the week I found a single tulip from the bulbs I planted last fall. Many of them were disrupted by our residents squirrels. Hence the poem. tulip bloom
a sneak peak of spring despite squirrels © jone rush macculloch, 2021 draft  In August, I started this as a writing prompt from the Mud Puddle. This month, I took a class from Georgia Heard. She has The Poet's Studio and it's a great way to be in community of poets. We were to write a poem that uses the ears and revise it. I went to this poem, My revisions, before class and after. BEFORE CLASS The Window at Dawn By Jone Rush MacCulloch At dawn Crocosmia shows its blooms- an invitation Hummingbirds sip nectar refuel mid-flight At dawn a cloud of bushtits hang upside down- pecking suet Juncos flit between feeders breakfast on nuts and seeds At dawn grey squirrel flicks his tail a party crasher scampers across the railing A fluster of feathers AFTER CLASS At Dawn By Jone Rush MacCulloch Hummingbirds sip crocosmia nectar, refuel mid-flight. A cloud of bushtits hang upside down- pecking suet. Juncos flit between feeders breakfast on nuts and seeds. Grey squirrel flicks his tail, a party crasher, scampers across the railing a fluster of feathers.  CROCOSMIA Please join me here next week for Poetry Friday. |
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