A Poetry Prompt: Spring, #NaPoWriMo2022

Monday Morning Musings:

A Poetry Prompt: Spring

  1. Gather clouds of every size, shape, and hue—
    to hold your thoughts and feelings, connect the dots
    from grey to blue.
  2. Notice how they hold the light, then let it go—
    now taste the honeyed glow that pours on newborn leaves.
    You need these things.
  3. Inhale the scent of petrichor, sprouting green
    in squelching mud. Believe in spring.
  4. Hear the robin trill, pre-dawn cri de coeur, then listen as
    the mockingbird sings every part–such art!—into your symphonic poem
    pour some woodpecker drumming. The morning moon humming. Crow wisdom, a spoken role flung from river to tree. Include the call and response. Repeat. You’ll see.
  5. You need to add a bit of rhyme with bowers of flowers–
    scatter the petals here and there, a few hours
    spent to sweet-scent words gone sour.
    Season and flavor. Savor.
  6. For the final couplet, fill readers with awe—
    show them bird-winged magic and soaring arches in the sky. Let your words fly.
Spring Rainbow–sudden magic on during an early morning walk.
The magic of ordinary things: an April puddle reflection

I was inspired by today’s NaPoWriMo prompt to write a poem prompt.
I try not to post more than once a day because I know it gets annoying—but sometimes it happens. This is poetry month, and there is a lot going on. I apologize in advance if I clog up your in-box, but I may have some VERY special announcements, too. 😏

Icarus 2–Quadrille

He rises–

filled with wonder,

on wax wings he flies

high and higher

closer to the flaming fire

spurred towards the sun

(heart’s desire)

too late, stunned,

aware of his blunder

he cries–

no longer inspired–

“Father, forgive me.”

and falls to the sea

 

Peter Paul Rubens [Public domain], “Fall of Icarus,” via Wikimedia Commons

This is a Quadrille for dVerse. De “Whimsygizmo” has asked us to use the word “fire.”