Tag: spring

When Storms Subside

worms tunnel safe
beneath the ground
consuming decay

the rain bounces 
pit, pat, pit, pat
ground level splat

like drums calling
danger, danger
-unknown alarm

worms wiggle 
towards the light
from unknown harm

lightning strikes blind -
when storms subside
there's no place to hide

©Heather Carr-Rowe
The Skeptic’s Kaddish, W3 Prompt # 205 is given to us by the multi-talented Marion Horton. 

Prompt: With spring flowers pushing up along the verges, it’s easy to forget how long they lay buried in darkness as bulbs. That contrast draws my attention to what remains unseen—what lies beneath, whether in the soil or within ourselves.

For this prompt, I invite you to explore the theme: Beneath the Surface.

NaPoWriMo Day 4: We’d like to challenge you to craft your own short poem that involves a weather phenomenon and some aspect of the season. Try using rhyme and keeping your lines of roughly even length.

Song

awakening soon
precious  boom boom in my heart
song of your garden

Sadje’s What do you see #328 Image credit; Daniil Silantev @ Unsplash

"boom boom in my heart" borrowed from the lyrics of Jeffery Straker's song Boom Boom. I misheard the lyrics as "poetry in my heart" and I thought I'm going to lift that line. But, my friend Sharon preferred the actual  "boom boom" - so I dedicate the poem to her and all the birds she attracts to her lovely garden.

I’m a little late to the party! But here’s my contribution to The Skeptic’s Kaddish W3 Prompt # 198 is given to us by Svenja.

Create a haiga by pairing a traditional haiku or senryū with a visual art form of your choice. Let the overall theme reflect the long-awaited shift from winter to spring.

Centerfield

"Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today"
drifts from the loud speakers
as the batter lopes to home plate
taps her heels with her bat, 
then loosely swings the bat, warming up.

clap, clap 
stamp, stamp
let's go batter
let's go 

The rhythmic chant of the crowd
fades to silence as the pitcher
readies at the mound, knee raised
arm back, then the through line,
ball sails toward the plate....crack!

On a whispered breeze "she's got it".

The centerfielder takes long strides,
there's new grass on the field,
her feet lift off, arm stretched  
and in a blink, her glove snaps shut.
The crowd cheers!

From the speakers...
"Take me out to the ball game"
followed by the synthetic organ 
leading the charge and the batter
head hung, and without a glance
makes her way to the dugout.

©Heather Carr-Rowe
Centerfield by John Fogerty (lyrics from the song are italicized)

Take Me Out to the Ball Game (1908) by Jack Norworth and Albert Von Tilzer

NaPoWriMo Day 16: Write a poem that imposes a particular song on a place. Describe the interaction between the place and the music using references to a plant and, if possible, incorporate a quotation – bonus points for using a piece of everyday, overheard language.”

Ragtag Daily Prompt: glance

Robin’s Return

It is spring, so much work to be done.
Welcome back my robin friends
your song delights my ears.
But, my limbs stand like tree trunks
on a cold winter morn' and I fear,
your song will not lift my spirits
beyond the light flutter of a winter leaf.

Hey lady we are back, back in your yard
Did you not hear our announcement...?
Hey lady, I see you in the window staring,
what's with the dried out bath?
Get out here. Fill her up, geesh!
I told my friends about your 5 star rating.
You're making me look bad.

Oh little red breast, I do delight in your antics
sat upon the willow log, tilting your head this way and that.
How I wish you ate the maple bugs,
there does seem to be so many around.
So early in the season.
I cannot bear their proliferation...

Hey lady, why do you just stand there?
Grab the green worm, and pour forth.
It was a long flight,
and we'd like a little drink from the bar,
you know, freshen up a little,
we've got some serious courting to do...

You must be so thirsty.
Do not worry, spring rains will fall soon.

Hey lady, we're still waiting.
What's your problem?

Your song never ends.

©Heather Carr-Rowe

W3 Prompt #154: Poet of the Week, Violet Lentz, asks us to write a poem—any form, or none at all—that captures the heart of a difficult conversation. Can they find common ground? Will the conversation spark understanding or fracture further?

*I’m not so sure this was a difficult conversation, more of a weariness on one side and impatience on the other. The robins eventually got the water to their delight.

NaPoWriMo Day 13: off prompt

Spring Dance

Let the springtime wind
play the chimes
for old times
a gentle ring in tune with the petrichor
an intoxicating scent makes me want to dance
little fairy steps
tippy tappy tip
'round the woven skeps,
lady bug wings, fiery red do appear
stretch, lift off, a simple serenade
they settle abed
softening lambs ear
hey ho,  I dance until the wind dies
and the chimes cease their cries.

©Heather Carr-Rowe

skeps(a wicker basket)

NaPoWriMo Day 9 – try writing a poem of your own that uses rhyme, but without adhering to specific line lengths. For extra credit, reference a very specific sound, like the buoy in Hillyer’s poem, Fog.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: round

Moonwashed Weekly Prompt: serenade, softly, springtime

Springtime

Image credit; Redd Francisco @ Unsplash
walk nigh
river winds past
earth delights, petrichor
mingles with sweet flower~
squirrels chatter
I breathe  


a time
for reflection,
cherry blossoms sweetly
test love's melancholy~
footsteps faintly 
recede

©Heather Carr-Rowe

Moonwashed Musings : flowers, chatter, springtime

What Do You See? #280 – For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a lot of cherry trees in blossom. There is a body of water in front of the trees that is reflecting the image, upside down.

Tanka Tuesday: Selma challenges us to write a Badger’s Hexastitch: six lines written in 2-4-6-6-4-2 syllables per line. It is unrhymed with optional rising and falling end-words

Hope Arrived Today

hope 
arrived in the mail today,
a reminder that spring is on her way
to greet the Angel's Choir
with blood red wings,
so paper thin

hope 
arrived in the mail today,
a reminder that spring is on her way
to let rise, Love in a Mist
her feathery touch 
will lighten hearts 

hope
arrived in the mail today,
a reminder that spring is on her way
to tenderly grow the Bergamo
her shaggy petals 
a floral balm

©Heather Carr-Rowe

Ragtag Daily Prompt: floral

April on the Prairies

She is a seductive month
drawing us from our winter naps,
crocuses all fuzzy make their debut,
tulips smoothly poke their green fingers
through the winter mulch
mirrors of ourselves 
turning our heads to the warming sun
and shedding our winter layers,
the birds serenade the morning
as the sun casts a warm glow, 
and the calves blink their eyes
newly born, while their mamas
mooo lowly, 
but April is witchy too,
flutters her wings like newly
hatched moths 
sporadic in their movements,
she blows a cold wind
rattles the eaves
sneaks beneath the siding
in the dead of night
she hunts us with her
howling cries
berates our foolish warming pride,
her cackles in the tree branches
sends shivers down our spines,
whips us with white gold
sends us spinning down the road,
just because she can.

©Heather Carr-Rowe

NaPoWriMo 2024, Day 19 – What are you haunted by, or what haunts you? Write a poem responding to this question. Then change the word haunt to hunt.

The Skeptic’s Kaddish, W3 Prompt #103 – Write a poem about April.

First Spring Hike

the first hike 
of the season starts 
under blue sky
and marshmallow clouds

we breeze by
golden grass
bending 
like lithe dancers

to the gusts
of the choreographer
one, two, THREE
one, two, THREE

the ground crisp
crunches beneath foot
our shoulders brush 
the newly budded twigs

slowly, slowly  we climb
past winter feasts
and through the crocus 
dotted hillsides

the cycle of life
is evident
as we sojourn round,
now beneath a darkened sky

©Heather Carr-Rowe

Weekend Sky #99

FOWC: Sojourn

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