Happy Poetry Friday
I’m Celebrating Spring and spreading around thoughts to encourage all our plants to come up out of the ground!
SPRINT TO SPRING
© 2019 Michelle Kogan
The birds have been out in mass singing profusely. Here’s a tanka poem about them, and a short video captured during rush-hour …
RUSH HOUR BIRD SONGS
Our rush hour bird songs
shroud the deafening din
of the 5:30
O’Hare bee-lines, sirens,
and myriad traffic.
© 2019 Michelle Kogan
And one more Spring poem:
By Rose King
I’m out with the wheelbarrow mixing mulch.
A mockingbird trills in the pine.
Then, from higher, a buzz, and through patches of blue
as the fog burns off, a small plane pulls a banner,
red letters I can’t read—
but I do see, over the fence,
Read the rest of the poem here.
Stop by Rebecca Herzog’s blog Sloth Reads for the Poetry Friday Roundup. She’s featuring a Goofing Off Day poem and video too. She also shared with us the dribble poem form, which is new to me. A dribble poem uses only 100 letters, without counting spaces, punctuation or the title. Here’s a short and sweet dribble from me. Thanks for the dribble prompt Rebecca and for hosting!
GOOFING OFF DAY
Can I plan play
on Goofing Off Day?
skip out of work,
& paint a hundred paintings–
Goofing Off Day…
©2019 Michelle Kogan
So much energy in this post, Michelle! I love spring, too… and those birds are crazyloud! I’m realizing this Poetry Friday that I need more goofing off days. Thanks you!
Thanks Irene, I‘m so happy for the bird songs as the temps take their time rising!
Thanks Irene–maybe the birds are “crazy loud” because they want it to finally warm up. And I’m with you on fitting in more goofing off.
Love the sound sharing and all the springy poems, Michelle, your ‘cartwheeling’ into spring. I’m still not seeing much except for the lilies! You’ve taken me back a lot of years. My grandmother was a talented pianist & played Joplin’s Gladiola Rag as we grandkids jumped & danced. It is a ‘wake-up’ piece for sure! Thanks for this lovely spring greeting!
Thanks Linda, the post started out small and grew like a wildflower garden… Fun connection with your grandmother and Joplin’s Gladiola Rag.
Happy Spring and thanks for the fun post!! Love those dandelions dancing to Scott Joplin, and knowing that birdsong can drown out the sounds of rush hour traffic. 🙂
Thanks Jama, I hope our vociferous birds will bring on warmer temps.
Thank you for sharing all of this wonderful Spring-related goodness! It is kind of making me pine to live somewhere other than Florida…I miss the dandelions and spring flowers! And I really enjoyed your dribble!
Thanks Rebecca! No dandelions in Florida… Glad you like my dribble, thanks again for sharing the form I had fun with it!
Thank you for a delightful soundtrack for the “sprint to spring!”
Love them all, but Sprint to Spring is my favorite. Though it’s not a rhyming poem, it has so much rhythm. I want to dance with the dandelions.
Kick-up cartwheel has a great sound, as does sprint to spring.
How sweet Rose King’s poem is. Thanks for sharing this vivacious tribute!
You’ve done it, Michelle! You’ve captured spring in this blog post—it was like a peek into your own secret garden. I can imagine those dandelions cartwheeling to Joplin’s upbeat rag at “Martha”‘s wedding.
I love the illustrations and the image of the dandelions. This is spring as is the morning song of birds.
Your post is like a spring day revealing treasures of the season! I’m just getting used to the new bird sounds in this area. We have a few different songs here than in Maine.
What a lovely spring post-a springtime feast! I love your dandelion painting and your rush hour bird songs, especially. It’s amazing how loud those little critters can be, even in the city.