Laura Shovan has a #WaterPoemProject going on at her blog, with terrific prompts each day for National Poetry Month. I intended to participate regularly in the project. My actual participation has been…. somewhat less than regular. But I jumped back on the bandwagon this week and wrote for a couple of the prompts.
On Tuesday Kevin Hodgson challenged us to write a poem full of peepers. I live at the swampy end of a small lake, where the spring peepers are usually deafening in March and April. Every year I try to spot a peeper and photograph it. Every year I fail. That experience inspired this haiku (and coincidentally, my pal Michelle told me that Friday is International Haiku Poetry Day, so hooray for haiku!)
surrounded by sound
I fail to spot a songster—
It’s been cold and snowy for the past few days in Michigan–not great weather for peepers who are hoping to mate. The American toads that were trilling earlier this week are now silent. But even though it’s 35° F this evening, I can still hear one persistent peeper. So here’s a second haiku in his honor:
a lone peeper
p e e e p s
On Wednesday Laura Purdie Salas’ challenge was to imagine that you had the power to make it snow (or rain, or sleet, or hail.) That took me back to childhood when I wished for snow almost every school day in winter. I still get excited when I look out the window in January and see a heavy snow. But the snow for the past few days has felt strange, matching the mood of these days. Here’s the poem Laura’s challenge inspired:
Two months ago I wished for snow–
Miles and piles of wintry snow.
For whipping wind to blast and blow.
For school to close. For heaps of snow.
And now each day I wish for school.
For teachers, friends, and classroom rules.
My brother pokes—says I’m a fool.
It snows in spring. I wish for school.
Wishing you a bit of calm and poetry. For all of this week’s Poetry Friday posts, head to Nix the comfort zone, where Molly’s baking bread and gratitude.