April Poetry Month — Week 1
It’s poetry month and to celebrate a couple of my friends got together and created a list of prompts for each day of the month. Please join in if you would like to participate!
1. Silliness
Knock Knock Jokes at dinnertime,
Whatever’s first to cross your mind.
A robot’s crossing a busy road,
How do you put in a call to an ice cream cone?
It doesn’t matter if it rhymes…
But could you please tell us the punchline?
2. Reflections
An image in puddles, pools, sheets of glass,
Layers of lead and obsidian.
Waves of light bouncing between the panes,
Each turn exposes a new angle.
The world captured,
In almost true likeness.
I can almost touch,
The face within each eye.
For what is the truth?
I still look.
That granule,
The glass does not contain.
3. Music
Quiet the cacophony inside my head,
There’s music I would hear instead.
The quiet song you sing yourself,
Num, num, num, as food flies from the shelf.
The creaking noise in a goose’s wing,
The way the reeds and willows sing.
Turn down that mind, quiet the noise,
Follow the footsteps of those boys.
With ears open and mind alert,
I hear your music of life, of youth, of Earth.
4. Frogs
The flush of the first shrill peeps,
Spouts from the sloshy depths where water creeps,
Sound reverberates and then it peaks.
“Spring has come” they are the first to say,
As the sun sets on some fine warm day,
And golden sunlight dances on last year’s hay.
Tomorrow is fresh and it is new,
Beneath the dirt, beneath the dew,
The beginnings of life, a sloppy brew.
And now for the song we do beg,
Pours out of that which starts round egg,
Then swims until it grows two legs.
5. Moon
There was once a wolf who howled at the moon so forlornly,
With such desperation and genuinity,
That one night the moon came down to rest,
And laid her head against her breast.
The wolf having finally her greatest desire,
Unhinged her jaw and consumed the moon entire.
The other wolves and all the animals despaired to see month after month of dark skies,
The whole woods bellowed with their cries.
But that one wolf she grew and grew,
until one evening out three puppies flew.
One was so long and wane and always seemed to be getting smaller,
Another always growing taller,
And another still so barely there such as not to count,
She wasn’t dead but she wasn’t out.
The last she shone so big and bright,
She brought desire to the night.
With each new dusk these treasures grew stronger, wiser,
Their mother hoarding them like a miser.
But that bright pup could not be contained,
She chomped at the stars and roared at the rain.
And one night as she stared at the skies,
Her feet lost contact and she began to rise.
Ever higher she flew until the heavens reached,
She stood in the sky, a forbidden peach.
Her mother gave a howl of glower,
As the big bright wolf shone from her tower.
6. Exploration
This world is so full of wonders I must confess,
The profusion of paths leaves me in duress.
We could reach for the stars,
Travel the world’s great bazaars.
Let us waste no more time and undress.
7. Passion
Roots grasp for hidden depths,
Communing with neighbors unseen.
Limbs reach ever towards the sun.
Leaves unfurl it has begun.
Love a flower of hidden power,
Bursts through at the seam.
I hope you enjoyed this week installation! Please feel free to share your poems here & I will see you next week with another batch :)
