WHAT IS POETRY?
The poet doesn't invent. He listens. --Jean Cocteau
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.
It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears.
It's the feel of two soft puppy ears.
It's a bright sun rise and glowing moon shine.
It's a Carolina wren singing in a Lob-lolly pine.
It's a snowman rolled on a cold winter morn.
It's crows calling from tall tasseled corn.
Each day during April, I will add a line to this poem. If you'd like to suggest lines, please leave your suggestions in the comments below.
Sorry I'm late today. It is a busy Saturday and I should have taken care of this last night, but you know how Fridays are. I hope you are having a great weekend.
THE QUAIL EGG
I found a little quail egg
in the gravel by the pond.
When I picked it up I found
part of it was gone.
I brought the egg
into the house
and blew the insides out.
I set it on the counter
to let the egg dry out.
I thought about that little egg;
it never grew to much.
I hoped that mother quail
would try to double clutch.
Do you know what double clutch means? It has nothing to do with cars and shifting gears in this poem. A group of eggs that a bird lays is called a clutch of eggs. When the eggs are removed, sometimes the bird will lay another set of eggs. This is double clutching. So my poems is saying, I hope the mother quail lays another set of eggs. I have no idea who moved the egg to the edge of the pond. I wonder if it could have been a packrat, or a larger bird. I'm going to have to do some research to find out. Next, I'm going to have to see if I can boil some of this information down to a haiku. I'll let you know if that works out.
Your challenge for today is to write a poem about a bird, perhaps you can make it a persona poem. How do you think are reacting to the end of winter? Have fun writing.