 Poetry Friday is here today: Kat at Kathryn Apel. She's heading us up for a muster, which means cattle round-up. And she has a new book out, THE BIRD IN THE HERD. It looks like a very engaging and fun book. I have a couple of poems that were inspired by the prompts for Laura Shovan's February poetry challenge. Sometimes the poems didn't arrive on the day of the prompt. They tumbled out later. The first one is from February 8, with Buffy Silverman's snow on a tree skin idea. I thought of the icicles after the ice storm. each morning icicles lengthen the notebook chronicles the size. popsicles reaching the tree's clavicle. © jone rush macculloch (2021 draft) The second poem is from the prompt on February 24th about seeing bodies in the clouds, water, trees, you get the drill. I have written about this tree on our property before. And I've discovered her mouth, It took a hit in the recent snice (snow and ice) storm. 
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 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.
I'm so happy to host Poetry Friday this week. A new year, fresh and into the second month already. How does that happen? Poetry Friday is a weekly happening for all who love poetry, Write it. Read it. Pass it on. I found my first Poetry Friday post HERE. It was to announce the CYBILS POETRY winner for 2006. The post ran in February 2007. Thirteen years of Poetry Friday for me. Whether you are new to Poetry Friday or have many posts, welcome, welcome. 
THE 2021 POETRY POSTCARD POETREE
 I thought of this image as I wrote the poem. Tualatin Wildlife Refuge, 2016.
There were a total of eleven participants for the 2021 New Year Poetry Postcard Exchange.
This week I curated words from all the poems creating a FOUND poem. I hope you will consider joining the exchange in 2022. Refusing to Wait for Springtime Minted moon silverdrops, yesterday’s rain, reflecting an invitation for merrymaking on the icy pond. Beneath the surface, unseen creatures busy themselves with an honest day’s work. Chickadees flying free, blue herons perching high in a tree watching the morning joy. © jone rush macculloch (2021 draft) |
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