WHAT A WHIRLWIND OF A MONTH IT'S BEEN. THE PARADES FOR NatPoMo are winding down, and here we are at the end of a joyous celebration! Poems have been gathered in bouquets, and everyone became a poet for the month! Alas, here it is, Poem in My Pocket Day. I hope you all have one to tuck away, carry with you if you run into a poetry drought. I have mine, right here, just in case I have to administer a poetry transfusion.
POEM IN MY POCKET
I'll have a word,
that one there,
the one floating through the air.
Disregarding obvious rhymes,
I refuse to pander
to poetic banter.
Offering a place to land
I try to gather a word
that seems as soft as feathers.
I cup my hands and catch,
not a word
but a hummingbird.
I fit it into my pocket
feeding it a nourishing whisper
and hope it bears within,
a poem.
I let it fly away and circle me,
its wings tick-tocking
some doggerel.
It's absolute bliss,
walking through another day
as a poet,
with one new idea
that's landed in my pocket.
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14 comments:
Very nice, Lyn. I like the idea of a poem as hummingbird; richly coloured, iridescent, etherial and quixotic. Enjoyed your pocket poem.
Hi Derrick-
Thank you..that is an elegant comment..
I'm for extending NatPo Mo!!
Ah, yes, those wonderful words floating around out there! You know I love this one.
Hi Willow-
Poetry is never ending, right? Thanks for your kind words!!
what a lovely talent you have, and i enjoyed hearing this confession of where your 'spark' comes from :)
Lyn, what a lovely idea - you always make it sound like magic xxo
Hi sheri-
A very nice thing to say! We just keep trying...
Hi Jeane-
That's because I believe in magic!thanks.. otherwise we couldn't go the places we go!!
May that hummingbird sing your praises all day long. What a fantastic piece!
Greetings from London.
Hi to a Cuban-
What a great thing to say! Thank you!!
Sometimes poems do just fly in..
The poem I carry in my pocket is in the pocket of my soul. It is the first haiku I wrote {for my historical fantasy RITES OF PASSAGE.}
Dreams drift like clouds,
I reach to the touch the moon,
I grasp my empty night.
Have a beautiful May. What is May the month of, anyway? Roland
Hi Roland-
May Day, Cinco de Mayo, the Merry Month of May..who could ask for more?
Thank you!
I cup my hands and catch,
not a word
but a hummingbird.
I fit it into my pocket
feeding it a nourishing whisper
and hope it bears within,
love the above lines,
they are so delicate and stunning!
Hi Jingle-
Thank you ..I really "saw" this image..ah, poetry!!
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