I have had my February off from writing poetry. January’s poems were more challenging for me to write than the November batch, and they all came out more roughly cut, more in need of attention. In the next few days, I hope to have the chapbook “Holding the Bowl of the Heart” off to Finishing Line Press for the Emerging Women’s Voices contest. But meanwhile, I feel in need of a little discipline to keep me writing.
To that end, I am going to do a Monday poem each week in March. I’ll try to post a prompt or discuss an idea a few days before, in case anyone wants to write with me.
For Monday, I am working on a poem about dreams. I know I’ve done this before, but I have one in the kettle, cooking up, and I need a deadline to get it onto paper. Where do dreams come from? Or what connection do dreams have to our everyday landscapes? I am working with images of trees and spiderwebs.
Join me? Dreams, webs, trees, something like that. . .
Gratitude List:
1. The bald eagle that flapped around the hollow this afternoon. I had been looking out the dining room window when I saw a large buffy shape in the woods that put me in mind of a large bird, though I could tell it was just place where a branch had broken off a tree. I sort of fell into a reverie, thinking about giant mythical birds, and what it would be like to see a really large bird like a roc out in the woods. Suddenly, from the trees off to the left, by the pond, a bald eagle flapped outward and upward. It sort of twisted around and looked like it was going to rest in the poplar tree before it took off. I felt like I had recognized its energy signature before I even saw it, like I intuited its presence.
2. Crocus and honeybees (I have seen both this spring, though not together. The photo of the bumble below is from another spring.)
3. The courage of the women of this article.
4. The warm time is coming.
5. Planting onions in the greenhouse today. Getting my hands dirty. Worm poop.
May we walk in beauty.
Coming soon to a yard near you. . .
Mockingbird Chronicles 