LISTEN

Listen
pitter-patter
falling rain.

Listen
pitter-patter
giggles
from fairies.

Listen
pitter-patter 
footsteps
getting shoes wet
in dewy grass
as fairies dance
in the rain.


     We have been having more rain at night and first thing in the morning.  I look out my window and I see fog covering the mountain and I become fanciful.  What sorts of things make you fanciful?  Can you try writing a poem about a fanciful thing today?  Have fun writing.

LISTEN

Listen
pitter-patter
falling rain.

Listen
pitter-patter
giggles
from fairies.

Listen
pitter-patter 
footsteps
getting shoes wet
in dewy grass
as fairies dance
in the rain.


     We have been having more rain at night and first thing in the morning.  I look out my window and I see fog covering the mountain and I become fanciful.  What sorts of things make you fanciful?  Can you try writing a poem about a fanciful thing today?  Have fun writing.

Fairy Dance

Down in the meadow
it's raining today.
Fairies are dancing.
They've come out to play.

Having a party,
they're drinking tea
and they've invited
both you and me.

They're eating cookies
and small cakes with cream
and they'll disappear
when we wake from our dream.


    Do you like having tea parties?  If you were to have one, who would you invite?  What would you eat?  Can you write your own poem about a tea party?



Today is Poetry Friday and  Diane Mayr at Random Noodling is hosting the roundup.  You can find more links to poetry here.  Thank you Diane for hosting us this week.

SLEEP,

Sleep,
the gift of fairies,
let's us dream,
gives us melodies,
tells us stories,
writes our poems.
Even just a word
is a small hope
for our future.

   If you had a dream, what would it be?  Can you write a poem today about your dream?  Have fun dreaming.


Love is the spirit that motivates the artist's journey.  Eric Maisel 

I BELIEVE

I believe in things
I can not see
like Santa, the Easter Bunny
and fairies who live in my tree.

I believe a spiritual being
guides from the heavens above,
but most of all
I believe 
in the power
of love.

   Is there something make believe that you want to believe in?  Can you write a poem about that today? 

MEET ME

Meet me in the garden
in the spot where pixies play.
We can watch the flowers grow
on this springtime day.

Have tea with me in the garden
by the flowers the fairies grow.
We can sip from honeysuckles
while you tell me all you know.


   If you had an imaginary garden, who would meet you there?  Can you write your own poem about that today?  Have fun imagining.

THE GIFT OF SLEEP

The gift of sleep
comes with down pillows,
soft cotton sheets,
and dreams of fairies
flying through willows.
  

    This poem started because I liked the idea of a gift of sleep.  Can you try writing your own dream poem today?

A WILD RIDE

A fairy rides on a toad 
who is white.
She giggles and laughs
and sings with delight.

They jump through the forest
where her flower beds loom.
And she whispers to me
It's magic that makes
my garden bloom.

Her pansies are bigger
than that white toad,
as together they leap
on down the road.


     Elves, brownies, pixies and fairies, all kinds of wee folk live in the forest.  When she isn't riding on her toad, what do you think the fairy is doing?  Can you write a poem about that today?  Have fun?

WHAT IS POETRY?

WHAT IS POETRY?
It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things. --Stephen Mallarme
 

  It is finding the truth, no need to lie.
  It's munching on watermelon and letting seeds fly.
 
  It's a letter that comes with a card in the mail.
  It's the lacy silver threads left by a garden snail. 
 
  It's daffodil trumpets covering the hill.
  It's a deer at the creek, drinking her fill.
 
  It's giggling and laughing and being absurd.
  It's reading a haiku and feeling each word. 

  It's a dragon who blows flames, loud and hardy.
  It's fairies in the garden having a tea party.


  This is my progressive poem for National Poetry Month.  Each day I'll add a line to this list poem of what poetry is to me.  What is poetry to you?  You're welcome to leave suggestions for lines for me.  

   Try writing your own poem today.  What would your life be like without poetry?  I know that poetry makes me very happy and I think I'd be sad, unhappy if I couldn't surround myself with poetry.  Have a great week.

TRIOLET for Fairies

Based on two lines of poetry by Rose Fyleman

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden.

They often have a dance on summer nights.

Have you seen them there, do you reckon?

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden.

When you hear them, please beg their pardon.

Wee folk hate to be seen by star light.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden.

They often have a dance on summer nights.

    I had so much fun writing the triolet for yesterday's post, I thought I'd try it again today.   Have a good weekend.  I hope you find time to write your own poem.