Welcome to the 2020 Progressive Poem. Created originally, and hosted up to this year by Irene Latham, during National Poetry Month. This year Margaret Simon has picked up the baton and is our new host. Thank you Irene and Margaret, and all participating this year in this welcome pause, and dive into an unknown, evolving poem–and what wonderful meanderings it’s taken us on!
This year Donna Smith at her blog Mainly Write kicked off the poem with some added spice. Instead of offering up one line she wrote two, and gave the next participant the opportunity to choose one of those lines. Well, everyone seemed to love this new turn and has passed it on throughout the month. However, as I’m the last stop in the poem, I decided to break with this pattern and complete the group poem with my one line, added to Fran’s lovely line, and finish our quatrain poem in a couplet as suggested by Fran. But… I would like to invite Donna to come up with a title for our poem. I’m also inviting you all to listen to a WIP rendition I performed of our poem on my banjo–with more time I’m sure it will become tighter, hope you enjoy it. It’s been a lovely romp, thank you all!
Sweet violets shimmy, daffodils sway
along the wiregrass path to the lake.
I carry a rucksack of tasty cakes
and a banjo passed down from my gram.
I follow the tracks of deer and raccoon
and echo the call of a wandering loon.
A whispering breeze joins in our song
and night melts into a rose gold dawn.
Deep into nature’s embrace, I fold.
Promise of spring helps shake the cold.
Hints of sun lightly dapple the trees
calling out the sleepy bees.
Leaf-litter crackles…I pause. Twig snaps.
I gasp! Shudder! Breathe out. Relax…
as a whitetail doe comes into view.
She shifts and spotted fawns debut.
We freeze. My green eyes and her brown
Meet and lock. Time slows down.
I scatter the cakes, backing away
Safely exiting this strange ballet.
I continue the path that winds down to the lake.
Missing my breakfast for beauty’s sake.
But wait, what’s that delicious smell?
Something familiar, I know so well.
It’s a campfire. I follow my nose. I see
a circle of friends waving at me.
I free up my banjo, quicken my pace
Find a place to sit and gaze into space.
Then my fingers pick out the old, old tune
of rejoicing together under an amber moon…
Michelle’s WIP rendition of the 2020 Progressive Poem…
Here’s the progression of the poem:
1 Donna Smith at Mainely Write
2 Irene Latham at Live Your Poem
3 Jone MacCulloch, deowriter
4 Liz Steinglass
5 Buffy Silverman
6 Kay McGriff at https://kaymcgriff.edublogs.org/
7 Catherine Flynn at Reading to the Core
8 Tara Smith at Going to Walden
9 Carol Varsalona at Beyond Literacy Link
10 Matt Forrest Esenwine at Radio, Rhythm, and Rhyme
11 Janet Fagel, hosted at Reflections on the Teche
12 Linda Mitchell at A Word Edgewise
13 Kat Apel at Kat Whiskers
14 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
15 Leigh Anne Eck at A Day in the Life
16 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance
17 Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe
18 Mary Lee Hahn at A Year of Reading
19 Tabatha at Opposite of Indifference
20 Rose Cappelli at Imagine the Possibilities
21 Janice Scully at Salt City Verse
22 Julieanne Harmatz at To Read, To Write, To Be
23 Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
24 Christie Wyman at Wondering and Wandering
25 Amy at The Poem Farm
26 Dani Burtsfield at Doing the Work That Matters
27 Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge
28 Jessica Bigi at Mainely Write
29 Fran Haley at lit bits and pieces
30 Michelle Kogan