 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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 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.
Thanks to Carol at Carol’s Corner for hosting our post Thanksgiving Poetry Friday.
A couple of times a month, I participate with a group of women in the "Mud Puddle". We write for an hour on one or two prompts. Last Saturday, I was introduced to Pat Schneider, poet and teacher.
This poem came from watching a short video about her. Come In, Come In by Jone Rush MacCulloch Come in, come in the tea is cozied ready to sip We sit on the porch Come in, come in We eat toasted, buttered biscuits mittened hands around steamy mugs Come in, come in squirrels chitter for the crumbs in trees above Come in, come in We talk of daily records reminding us been here before - Viet Nam Come in, come in allow me to hold your pain, catch your breath ©2020 (draft) Let's Welcome 2021 with a Poetry Postcard
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