 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. So my April Poetry Project is to revisit and redux some previous poems. I am not totally feeling it! So I am changing it up. I am going to revise and redux some poems and sprinkle in new poems with it. Today's is a response to the "Verse of Ages" prompt: 'grace'. 
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 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. 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 Today Karen at Karen Edmisten* will be hosting Poetry Friday. Please head there to see the goodness of our Poetry Friday Community. There's been quite a bit of chatter about the Covid-19 Vaccines. I don't recall a time that there has been more excitement over shots. And it feels like winning the lottery to get an appointment which I have today (which means I might get to sub in April). We moved last June. Two items that surfaced recently were my immunization cards for the Polio vaccine fifty-nine years ago. I have this glimmering of being in the big space that was the auditorium of my father's school, Clifton. We were given a sugar cube with the dose.  pokey-poke
hope on horizon two vaccines © jone rush macculloch (2021 draft)  Thanks to Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town for hosting Poetry Friday. She is sharing from a book that is on my list, Brading Sweetgrass. Every February, Laura Shovan invites writers to celebrate her birthday by writing poetry. There is a yearly theme. This year, it's "Bodies". These are some of the responses to prompts I've shared thus far.  I offered the prompt for February 6: my dog's eye.  February 9 is the anniversary Mom's passing.   Photo from a walk, March 2020 The emphasis for the daily prompts is to be writing, the daily practice of writing. There are days that the poems noodle around before landing on the paper.
Sometimes words come. The sunrise today (Thursday) was exquisite. While I didn't capture tonight's sunset, the words came once more.
Last Call for the 2021 New Year Poetry Postcard Exchange
Did you know there are 28 days until 2020 ends? Woohoo! Let's celebrate the New Year with a New Year Postcard? In Japan, it’s called Nengajo, a Japanese custom of ushering in the new year. Please join the party. It will be fun! I will be closing the signup on December 7, 2020 so that I can organized the addresses.
Mary Lee at A Year of Reading is hosting Poetry Friday. Join her and others in the fun!
On Sunday, I opened a new journal. My previous 2020 journal, March 1-October 31 was completed. This year I am using my journal to write gratitude haiku: #gratiku. What a week to start a new journal! November 1 blue moon sets November arrives new notebook November 2 I voted for democracy fingers crossed November 3 geese chorus November grey days yes to change November 4 while sleeping democracy at work counting votes food, drink, class welcomed distractions smashing nerves November 5 dog snuggles a rainy day relieves tree November 6 the tide shifts overnight, peace dreams hope sunrise ************************************* Did you know? 55 days left in 2020! News alert: Next week I will have information about the New Year Postcard Exchange Please go look at at all the poetry goodness flooding the iInternet today.
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