Progressive Poem is Here!
I’m excited to be a part of the Poetry Friday Progressive Poem, where each day in April, someone new adds a new line—or in this year’s case, a new couplet.
cradled in stars, our planet sleeps,
clinging to tender dreams of peace
sister moon watches from afar,
singing lunar lullabies of hope.
almost dawn, I walk with others,
keeping close, my little brother.
hand in hand, we carry courage
escaping closer to the border.
My feet are lightning;
My heart is thunder.
Our pace draws us closer
to a new land of wonder.
I bristle against rough brush—
poppies ahead brighten the browns.
I’m passing things off to Ruth at There is No Such Thing as a God Forsaken Town
Here’s the schedule for the Progressive Poem:
April 1 Patricia Franz at Reverie
April 2 Jone MacCulloch
April 3 Janice Scully at Salt City Verse
April 4 Leigh Anne Eck at A Day in the Life
April 5 Irene at Live Your Poem
April 6 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
April 7 Marcie Atkins
April 8 Ruth at There is No Such Thing as a God Forsaken Town
April 9 Karen Eastlund
April 10 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance
April 11 Buffy Silverman
April 12 Linda Mitchell
April 13 Denise Krebs at Dare to Care
April 14 Carol Varsalona at Beyond Literacy Link
April 15 Rose Cappelli at Imagine the Possibilities
April 16 Sarah Grace Tuttle
April 17 Heidi Mordhorst at my juicy little universe
April 18 Tabatha at Opposite of Indifference
April 19 Catherine Flynn at Reading to the Core
April 20 Tricia Stohr-Hunt at The Miss Rumphius Effect
April 21 Janet, hosted here at Reflections on the Teche
April 22 Mary Lee Hahn at A(nother) Year of Reading
April 23 Tanita Davis at (fiction, instead of lies)
April 24 Molly Hogan at Nix the Comfort Zone
April 25 Joanne Emery at Word Dancer
April 26 Karin Fisher-Golton at Still in Awe
April 27
April 28 Dave at Leap of Dave
April 29 Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge
April 30 Michelle Kogan at More Art for All
21 Comments
Margaret Simon
I love the image of the poppies, so symbolic of freedom.
Marcie Flinchum Atkins
Yes and bright native flowers to the area.
Heidi Mordhorst
What carefully crafted lines, Marcie! You’ve created beautiful music and a vivid sense of place.
Marcie Flinchum Atkins
Thank you, Heidi!
Robyn Hood Black
Yes – these sensory details put us right in the setting, with lovely poetic touches. Thanks, Marcie!
Marcie Flinchum Atkins
So glad you think so!
Buffy Silverman
Love the bristle, the poppies brightening the brown. The reader sees and feels the scene.
Marcie Flinchum Atkins
So glad!
PATRICIA J FRANZ
Poppies on the horizon! Color. Hope? Growth?
Marcie Flinchum Atkins
All of the above, I hope! 🙂
Denise Krebs
Marcie, well played. A touch of color in this scary, but hope-filled place.
Marcie Flinchum Atkins
Nature is so grounding.
Janice Scully
I love the bristles and the poppies. A lot for the senses here.
Marcie Flinchum Atkins
Thank you, Janice.
Linda Baie
Marcie, sorry to be so late. I’ve been gone much of the day! It’s lovely that you added about their surroundings, not so great for the ‘bristling’ but finding good in the ‘poppies’.
Marcie Flinchum Atkins
Never too late for poetry. 🙂
Carol Varsalona
Marcie, it was a hectic weekend so I apologize for not adding a comment earlier when I read your lines for PP. You contrasted the reality of the journey via the bristles and the hope that poppies will bring. This poem is filled with wonder.
Marcie Flinchum Atkins
I’m so glad to be a part of it.
Mary Lee Hahn
Thank you for the sensory details!
Marcie Flinchum Atkins
Nature is so grounding!
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