Like most everybody else, I’m experiencing lots of upheavals lately! I have no huge National Poetry Month plans–just hoping to share an imagepoem here each day (or as often as I can). I’m participating in Laura Shovan’s awesome #WaterPoemProject the best I can, so most of my poems will come from either that or from the PAD (Poem A Day) Challenge at Writers Digest. Grateful for the distraction of poetry and friends!
Today’s poem comes from a prompt at Classical MPR. There’s a musical piece to listen to and be inspired by, and this is my resulting lai. You can write your own poem, and if you submit it by this Thursday, it might even get published on the Minnesota Public Radio site.
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When nothing’s routine, nature doesn’t fail. I love all the long e sounds of spring.
Thanks, Margaret!
Thank you for the whisper of green–that’s certainly what’s sustaining me right now!
We don’t even have the whisper yet…but soon!
Nothing is routine, but the routine of Spring is absolutely life-saving just now! I hope you have a corner of green where you are.
Thanks, Tanita. No green yet but the evergreens. Though birds are madly chirping every morning!
I’ve not seen that ‘fresh worm cuisine’, but I’d love to! This is nice, Laura! More things are popping up here, found a few tiny grape hyacinths today!
Me, neither. No flowers that I’ve seen up here yet, either. But this is what I was picturing in my imagination :>)