So far this April we haven't done much out of the ordinary to celebrate National Poetry Month. Let's do something about that today. First, my Better Half sent me a link this morning that I want to share.
My Daughter Person gave me a great suggestion this morning. I was complaining about my inability to find wildflowers. She suggested I check out William O'Brien State Park. Here's some of what I saw:
- The BBC has a marvelous piece on WB Yeats (pronounced "Yates," rhymes with ate) on how to read a poem. Definitely worth a read and listen.
- Next, one of my favorite poets, Pulitzer Prize winner and former U.S. Poet Laureate, Ted Kooser, has an interview in the Daily Yonder. I continue to be motivated in my writing by his ability to find the wonder and poetry in everyday things.
- Finally, for today, the Huffington Post has Mandy Kahn's "Thirteen Thoughts on Poetry in the Digital Age."
Sanguinaria canadensis (Bloodroot)
Photo by J. Harrington
Caltha palustris (Marsh Marigold)
Photo by J. Harrington
the first dandelion of the season
Photo by J. Harrington
I need to spend some time with field guides to sort out what else I photographed today. I'm glad I sometimes have enough sense to listen to the younger generation.
Dandelions
After the cling of roots and then the “pock”when they gave waythe recoil up the handwas a small shockof emptiness beginning to expand.
Milk frothing from the stems. Leaves inky greenand spiked.Like blissed-out childhood playturned meanthey snarled in tangled curls on our driveway.
It happens still. That desolating fallingshudder insideand then our neighborhoodseems only sprawlingloops...like the patterns eaten on driftwood:
even the home where I grew up (its smellof lingeringwood-smoke and bacon grease)seems just a shellof lathe and paper. But this strange release
follows: this tinge like silver and I feelthe pull of dirtagain, sense mist uncurlingto revealno architecture hidden behind the world
except the stories that we make unfolding:as if our sole real powerwere the powerof children holdingthis flower that is a weed that is a flower.
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