Spring

A Redbud Spring #NaPoWriMo

April is National Poetry Month and I hope you join me in writing a poem each day. Although I’m starting just this week, my goal is to write each day.

My morning on Lake Ann started the same way as all my other mornings with me going to my windows overlooking our cove. However, today I awoke to a beautiful white springtime snow which had fallen overnight ~

Light snow
Covers the docks and roof tops
Lining the soft curves of the cove

A master painter’s brush has
Outlined the hardwood branches
In fine Irish lace

Through open trees
Stands hints of green buds and first leaves
I can even see
Some mouse ear smiles

Sprinkles of pink
Are all throughout our cove
And over on the other ridge top too

I can see ~
Dozens and dozens of brand new Pink redbud blossoms
Painting a parkscape masterpiece

As the white snow caps lay
The snow itself looks pink

Like fields of lavender
Sitting in beds of pink tulips
With a touch of dancing buttercups

Was it the light?
Was it the fresh snow lift?
Yes, it was all of that
A true master’s gift ~
The start of our redbud spring!

Poetry, Written for NaPoWriMo

Love Hurts

Day 9 – written for April National Poetry Month

Today’s prompt for #NaPoWriMo, suggested by Bruce Niedt. Here’s Bruce’s explanation: take any random song play list (from your iPod, CO player, favorite radio station, Pandora or Spotify , etc.) and use the next five song titles on that randomized list in a poem.

I really lost it!
Whole crazy thing
Love hurts
Love pain
What I love about Sunday
Just to see you smile
Summertime!

Poetry, Spring, Written for NaPoWriMo

Bear House Point

Day 6 – Sunday, Writing for April National Poetry Month with NaPoWriMo prompts.
Today we are asked to write . . . what is outside our window.

I sit back and watch the spring rains fall

Here rain also falls upon a first historic cabin, the Bear Point House

Bear House sits across from our cove and reaches out into the water ~ on its very own small pennisula

A most lovely house nestled into these Ozark hills ~

Bounded by Lake Ann
And its wildlife homes
Light peeks out its many windows
And fills the night
All in a friendly persuassion
That ~ it will be alright

National Poetry Month, Poetry, Written for NaPoWriMo

The Gift

Day 5 — Writing with NaPoWriMo prompts for April National Poetry Month

This form was invented by Terrance Hayes in his poem, The Golden Shovel. The last word of each line of Hayes’ poem is a word from Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem We Real Cool
I am using The Sparrow from The Bible and then using the last word in each line creating my new poem for today.

THE SPARROW
1
The sparrow hath found a-house,
And the swallow a nest for herself,
Where she may lay her young.

THE GIFT
1
The gift of coming home framed, by your mother the-sparrow
Something rich between you hath
Always noticed like a brand new penny found
Busily building a new Sparrow’s nest a-house
Even as the neighbor and-the-swallow
Finds a lovely mountain tree and the safety of a-nest
Sound the trumpets, ring the bells not for-herself
But the love given freely even where
It is never expected, in return she
And the love between mother and daughter may-lay
Golden crowns around her head and her
Own soul rises forever young