WHAT IS POETRY?
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. --Christopher Fry
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.
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.
Next Thursday is Poem in Your Pocket Day, April 18, 2013. Last week I shared with you how I've been making poetry pockets for some of my friends.
Janet Wong, editor of THE POETRY FRIDAY ANTHOLOGY has created pockets with poems from the anthology. My poem, Keys , is one of the four. Also included are Petting Zoo by Laura Purdie Salas, Bluejay Sings Two Different Songs by Mary Lee Hahn, and Sack Lunch by Charles Waters.
Tabatha Yeatts sent me a FIB to carry in my pocket.
A Fibonacci Poem for Joy
by Tabatha Yeatts
Pocket for those days
When your secret self needs a friend.
Thank you, Tabatha for letting me share your poem.
The Friday Poetry roundup is hosted this week by Diane Mayr at Random Noodling.