Thursday, March 26, 2020

Poetry in a Pandemic

Good Friday to you and all poems out there together, separately -- six feet apart.

What a weird world. 

Like you, I've been feeling emotions, getting a grip, learning to live in self-isolation. And, hey! I've been trying to write too. There is a boon of freely offered writing prompts and projects online. 

Liz Garton Scanlon offered a tutorial on writing an etheree. The etherees below are a mash-up of nursery rhymes, covid-19 observations and...well, you tell me.

Falling Off Nursery Rhymes

Two etherees

one today for
extra wishes
that might turn into
horses to someday ride
trit-trotting Boston to Lynn
holding up baby so she won't
tumble into that Gloucester puddle
up to her tummy, face mask on her chin.

(c) Linda Mitchell


poor old
Mother Hubbard's
stockpiled cupboard
cannot hold one more fear.
Her little dog laughs to see
his leash for lots more walks and treats.
When grandchildren call for a check-in 
she’s happy to chat and weeps happy tears.

(c) Linda Mitchell

Margaret Simon offers poetry readings for kids from one to ninety-nine at her youtube channel. Her calm reading and spotlights on where her prompts come from (Michelle Hiedenrich Barns' Today's Little Ditty) in this video. My response to her call.

Outside My Window

spring is walking
along the sidewalk six feet
between each blossom

(c) Linda Mitchell

Laura Shovan's #WaterPoemProject  invites distance learners, again from third to grade ninety-nine to respond to a daily prompt the same way poets have been in her annual February Poem Project. Daily prompts are given by a variety of published and unpublished (me!) authors. It's fun. And, I aim to bring my fun to it. My response to Irene Latham's prompt on Day 1

Be well friends. Use this time of social distancing for creativity, if you can. I look forward to seeing what others are sharing in today's Poetry Friday Round-up at The Opposite of Indifference. Thanks heaps to Tabatha for hosting. 

Thursday, March 19, 2020

Apology from the Backyard Puddle

Happy Poetry Friday,

     Isn't it nice that in the midst of all that's going on, we can find others who purposely read, write and share beautiful words? Poetry Friday is so much like taking a walk. Want to join as a blogger? No sharing of original poems is required! That's just how I play Poetry Friday. There's lots of ways to participate. See here at No Water River.

     Raise your hand if you are a William Carlos Williams fan. Oh, the richness of this sorry-not-sorry apology for eating those plums.
Poetic snark. no?

William Carlos Williams,''This Is Just to Say'' from The Collected Poems: Volume I, 1909-1939, copyright ©1938 by New Directions Publishing Corp. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corp.

     Last month, I was combining Laura Shovan's February Poem Project water prompt with Ethical ELA's Five Day writing prompt. Honestly, I did this for efficiency. My writing time is best in the morning before school...and that time is  was short! I kinda like how this poem turned out. I learned that Jory soil is unique to Oregon (a nod to Jone the photographer of the photo below). Huh!

Photo by Jone Rush MacCulloch
Apology From the Backyard Puddle

This is just to say

I have flooded the
the Jory soil*
in the bald patch
of our backyard

And which
you were probably
going to seed
for spring

Forgive me
the reflected winter tree
in fifth position
prima ballerina dancing

(c) Linda Mitchell

*Jory = the state soil of Oregon. It’s made up of material washed down from higher mountains.

Now, go have some fun at the Poetry Friday Round-up hosted by one of my all time favorite artists, poet's and people in tune with what's good and right, Michelle.

Thursday, March 12, 2020

Little Bit of Green

Happy Poetry Friday,

I'm away at a Librarian's conference, learning lots from my friends.   

The previous sentence was written a day ago. Ah, the best laid plans have been set aside in favor of keeping COVID 19 away. Now, two kiddos have extended spring breaks from college and two HS kiddos are looking at at least a day of closing to as school districts in our area sort out distance learning plans. And, my conference has been cancelled. 

Here's a bit of green for the coming holiday! I find paper-crafting very soothing. 

shamrocks from recycled book pages

A little bit of green

and a little bit of fun

will keep you 
from being pinched
by a leprechaun

~Linda M.

shamrocks from recycled book pages
Head on over to Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme for Poetry Friday Fun! Thank you, Matt for hosting!

Thursday, March 5, 2020

How ? A poem of questions

How did Poetry Friday come round again so fast?
Who sped up this week's time?
Was it YOU? Slow down please!

Although, I cannot complain about a quick approach of Spring. I need spring, don't you?

Oh, so many questions!

Our Sunday Night Swaggers are writing Question Poems this week. Again, I am inspired by a photograph from Molly Hogan. The question poem below springs from her photo.

Molly Hogan 2020


Can one drop of rain
hold so much memory?
Of thunderclouds grabbing up sky
before the storm?
Scratches of atmosphere
electric with light and sound?
A fall -- steep and free,
landing on branch
to cling to -- see?
Will this drop greet bridge gladly
on rain’s way to the sea?
Barrel along river
at breakneck speed?
With a kiss from leaf
fancying saffron forsythia dreams?
How one drop of rain
can hold so many mysteries--

(c) Linda Mitchell
Want to see more question poems? Stop by blogs of my SWAGGER partners to see!

Reflections on the Teche

Be sure to check out the rest of Poetry Friday at Sloth Reads sometime this weekend!

Balance: Spiritual Thursday

A Short Story of Falling

By Alice Oswald

It is the story of rain falling
to turn into a leaf and fall again

it is the secret of a summer shower
to steal the light and hide it in a flower

read the rest at The Poetry Foundation

LIT BITS AND PIECES: Snippets of Learning and Life is hosting Spiritual Thursday today. Click on the blog title and it will take you to more thoughts on balance.