National Poetry Writing Month is here again! 30 poems in 30 days. All day every day, I’ll be looking for poems… in life… and some of them, I’ll harness into words and share. Here. I invite you to join me. Write a poem. Write two. Share below if you don’t have your own blog 🙂 Or even if you do.
I’ll be all day every day
looking for a poem.
All day looking,
looking for . . .
all day seeing poetry,
trying to fit
Lately, I frame things
with my camera phone.
Opening the car door,
stepping onto the curb,
kissing my hand,
placing my hand
against the backseat
where my daughter sits
with her own kissed hand
against the window,
on one another’s cheeks
to last the day.
An every day poem.
Today, there was a poem before that, too,
a moment to save, to savor, to share, a flash
of pink and orange, a sliver of sunrise
over alley rooftops
when I took the dachshund out, early.
A fleeting moment.
We’ve had these, all of us,
Shoulder throbbing, dog whining, muscles not
yet fully mobile as we trip up or down stairs,
marching grudgingly into whatever’s next
and then something – a sunrise, a waft
of coffee or spring or green leaves or
jasmine – shakes us awake.
Where do you see poems?
Two tour boats in search of dolphins,
you and I poets, finding words
in their natural homes, calling out,
pulling up alongside one another, speeding
across the bay, creating a wake
to splash in, leap in, bathe in,
creating a wake in which to play.
Like e. e. cummings with his
spring when the world is mud-
… and … puddle-wonderful
a poem I loved at first sight,
despite how elusive it
felt to me as a child in California,
a poem I tasted later stronger
with seasons palpable and spring
an opening – longed for – a
– to me –