In spring woods
the crunch, tap and skitter
of last year’s leaves.
© Janice Scully 2023
Haiku for Day 16 National Poetry Month
4/16/23 Friday bare branches Sunday, dressed in brightest green-- busy weekend! ©Janice Scully 2023
Day 15 National Poetry Month
Spring might arrive earlier in Central New York, but the flowers are showing up in the usual order. This morning I notice leaves on the lilac tree.
Forsythias,
after daffodils–
always that way.
©Janice Scully 2023
The Progressive Poem is Here!
And welcome to Poetry Friday, day #14 of National Poetry Month!
This week we are hosted by Jone Rush MacCulloch. For NPM, she has invited everyone to write a found poem based on a classic book. But that’s not all. Jone’s graduate students have created videos each based on poems, one posted every day. I am awed with her student’s creativity! Check out these poems on Jone’s Blog linked above.
To join in the celebration, I have been posting a haiku a day here on Salt City Verse. Having to write a new haiku every day has made me observe the world around me every morning more closely. For instance, the exact day my daffodils bloomed, I noticed. This is my haiku for April 14:
4/14/23 Daffodils bloom, different voices same melody. © Janice Scully 2023
Today is also my day to write a line for the PROGRESSIVE POEM. Irene Latham handed off her excellent line to me and after I add mine, I’ll send it to Joan Rush MacCulloch. (Note: I changed the punctuation at the end of Irene’s line, which I think is allowed.)
Here’s the progressive poem so far:
Suddenly everything fell into place like raindrops hitting soil and sinking in. When morning first poked me, I’d wished it away my mind in the mist, muddled, confused. Was this a dream, or reality, rousing my response? The sun surged, urging me to join in its rising Rising like a crystal ball reflecting on morning dew. I jumped out of bed, ready to explore the day. My feet pull me outside and into the garden Where lilies and bees weave…but wait! What’s that? A bevy of bunnies jart and dart and play in the clover. A dog barks and flash, the bunderstorm is over. I breathe—brave, quiet. Like a seed,
HERE’S TODAY’S NEW LINE:
as the day, foretold in my dream, ventured upon me.
Thank you, Irene for your excellent very poetic line. I look forward to Jone’s. And thank you, Jone, for hosting Poetry Friday!
Here’s the list of participating poets:
April 1 Mary Lee Hahn, Another Year of Reading April 2 Heidi Mordhorst, My Juicy Little Universe April 3 Tabatha, The Opposite of Indifference April 4 Buffy Silverman April 5 Rose Cappelli, Imagine the Possibilities April 6 Donna Smith, Mainely Write April 7 Margaret Simon, Reflections on the Teche April 8 Leigh Anne, A Day in the Life April 9 Linda Mitchell, A Word Edgewise April 10 Denise Krebs, Dare to Care April 11 Emma Roller, Penguins and Poems April 12 Dave Roller, Leap Of Dave April 13 Irene Latham Live Your Poem April 14 Janice Scully, Salt City Verse April 15 Jone Rush MacCulloch April 16 Linda Baie TeacherDance April 17 Carol Varsalona, Beyond Literacy Link April 18 Marcie Atkins April 19 Carol Labuzzetta at The Apples in My Orchard April 20 Cathy Hutter, Poeturescapes April 21 Sarah Grace Tuttle at Sarah Grace Tuttle’s Blog, April 22 Marilyn Garcia April 23 Catherine at Reading to the Core April 24 Janet Fagal, hosted by Tabatha, The Opposite of Indifference April 25 Ruth, There is no Such Thing as a God-Forsaken Town April 26 Patricia J. Franz, Reverie April 27 Theresa Gaughan, Theresa’s Teaching Tidbits April 28 Karin Fisher-Golton, Still in Awe Blog April 29 Karen Eastlund, Karen’s Got a Blog April 30 Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, and Writing
Haiku #13 National Poetry Month
Today as I walked at noon, the sun created patterns through the trees.
Eye catching-- a humble gravel path in April light. © Janice Scully 2023
Day #12, National Poetry Month
4/12/23 Spring attire-- forest arrives in dark stripes, but soon leaves. © Janice Scully 2023
#11 Haiku, National Poetry Month
4/11/23 The yellow sun rises through the trees— morning guest ©Janice Scully 2023
#10 Haiki, National Poetry Month, Women’s March, January 2021
Remember the Women’s March six years ago? It was the largest crowd I’d ever seen.
Women's March, Washington D.C. On cold trampled grass-- girls and women protest trampled rights to come. © Janice Scully 2023
Haiku #9 National Poetry Month, Cormorants.
Haiku master Issa (1762-1826) wrote this:
In crevice after crevice on the cliff face-- wild azaleas. by Issa
My haiku today is inspired by the above haiku by Issa and this California photo:
December, Santa Cruz.
Scattered on ledges and lulled by the sea-- cormorants. © Janice Scully
Happy Easter and National Poetry Month!
Haiku #8, Celebrating NPM
California Dreaming?
Several songs come to mind at the Santa Cruz Pier.
Santa Cruz Pier The Pacific swirls and roars. Seals sleep, well fed, exhausted, under the boardwalk. © Janice Scully 2023