Day 22
Blue is Hope; Hope is Blue
And yesterday, none.
But, just like that,
Overnight they bloomed:
A blue to bring the summer sky,
And we to know that hope is nigh.
I am always amazed at the little things. Looking here and there, and looking there again the next day. Like the spot just over the wooden bridge over Fiddle Creek– turn to the left and see grass yesterday. And today, the lovely blue bells have popped up as a surprise for those looking.
Prompt:
Take a walk today and look, here and there.
Take a walk tomorrow, and look, here and there, again. What changed? What stayed the same? What surprised you?
Whatever it is that was your “here and there,” take a moment and write a few lines. Give it a title. Sign your name to your poem. Share it or tuck it away.
About this post:
Be safe out there. April is time for NaPoWriMo — National Poetry Writing Month, try a bit of poetry and art to encourage others to be safe with each other. Something short. Something inclusive. Something of spring and hope. #NaPoWriMo/#GloPoWriMo
The Academy of Poets encourages us to write #shelterinpoems. Get some ideas there and share your own.
Tons of information can be found at Poets.org: National Poetry Month and here: Virtual Programs.
National Council of Teachers of English also offers suggestions here.
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art, Art Techniques, CLMOOC, Community Local, Digital Literacy, Family, Poetry, Prompts, sol, writing strategies
Sheri Edwards View All
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker
I’ve been lax in coming here, to comment, and speak appreciation for your poems and your art, Sheri. I read your posts regularly on my iPad in RSS but commenting there isn’t an easy process, and I forget that I want to come and comment here. Apologies. I’m doing my own poem a day, too, (as you know, and thanks for your comment) but am ignoring the prompts over at the NPM this year for whatever reason. My mind is full of its own worries and anxieties and ideas, I guess. I suspect I’ll soon need some inspiration at some point and will wander in. This poem, which starts in one place (none) and blooms into something beautiful … I love it. Thank you.
That there is place named Fiddle Creek warms my heart this morning, for some reason.
Kevin
Hi Kevin — we are all in, I think, worry mode and enjoy the hope that others share out, even if we just can’t respond. I appreciate your thoughts and comment and your poetry and shares– The #clmooc people inform us when needed and inspire us always.
I know– Fiddle Creek– I should try to find out why it is called that.
Thanks for getting us to check in, too, in Slack. That was good to find out how we are doing.
Take good care — and really loved the song that you and Leslie wrote and sang. So inspiring. Poetry and music keep our hopes up, especially when written and performed by friends. Hoping one day, we’ll meet in person.
May you and your family stay safe and healthy. ~ Sheri