 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. This is a poem that was drafted in 1995. In 2009, I revised the poem based on a prompt about food associations. Below "Adelanto" is the redux of the poem. It is also the word for Day 6: journey, of the prompts from Oregon Writers' Colony.
Adelanto Rancho t lined in palm trees Snakelike San Bernardino Mountain Pass Sage foothills, Joshua tree desert Foot fights with younger brother Butterfly stomach on windy, carnival road Highway food stand Purchased black, green olives minutes from Adelanto Desert white masonry brick house Eucalyptus and castor trees lined gravel driveway Cool refuge from a sweltering sun Great aunts, aprons on Busy ricing potatoes Great uncle hugged nonstop Bleu cheese, tomato soup Bubbled through cauliflower Table set for a feast Sun porch swing Rocked me until Eyelids slammed shut Starlit night debuts on black damask Fairy lights twinkle far off a day’s journey © jone rush macculloch, draft, 2009 REDUX A Day’s Journey Begin in the car, driving through palm trees lined Rancho Cucamonga through a snakelike San Bernardino Mountain Pass through sage foothills, Joshua tree desert Butterflies hatch in my stomach on windy, up and down road Foot fights with brother, he always winning A pit stop on the roadside, with car door privacy As if a mirage, a desert white masonry house appearswith eucalyptus and castor trees lining the gravel driveway, providing cool refuge from a sweltering sun Great aunts, aprons on, busy ricing potatoes Great uncle passing hugs to us all Bleu cheese, turkey, mashed potatoes, rolls reach my stomach, rumbling, set the butterflies free Bone china and good silver graces the table. Feast ready while Susie, the cocker, wanders underfoot. the blessing, the passing food to the right After dinner, sunporch swing rocks me eyelids shutter until a starlit night debut on black damask and fairy lights a day’s journey © jone rush macculloch, draft, 2021
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 Taking a moment to promote a great idea. I belong to Oregon Writer's Colony. For years, my friend Susan Balckaby has organized a wonderful poetry event, Verse of Ages. When I was teaching and had my "Poetry Rocks" group, we performed at the event.
This last year has changed how we do things. Susan has put together a list of words to generate poems:
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