Welcome to Part I, 30 Days of 30 Poems
Year after year, I started with good intentions to complete 30 poems in April. I haven’t accomplished that goal, yet…
Perhaps—2022 is the year!
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April 14, 2022
notes dancing in the breeze lightly
catch the ears of passers-by
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April 13, 2022
Holding On and Letting Go
The earth holds its breath.
Ashen skies refuse the light
while rain lingers,
fingers slowly slipping
from the grip of unknown forces.
I hold my breath
waiting for something unseen.
The hours deny the truth of what comes next
in a life spent clinging
for the next day and the one after that.
Finally, clouds break open
as droplets evaporate along
with the fear gripping an aging heart.
Today, now, sun, birds, flowers, life—
I let go, breathe out, clutching all, while I can.
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April 12, 2022
I like to think I have my biases reigned in, tucked neatly in my pocket, and hidden from my thinking and action. No matter how hard I try, I’ve learned that none of us can completely control the influence of the world in which we grew up, the voices that shaped us, or the actions played out before our eyes. We have all become imprinted in some way. The best I know to do is to let go of what I think I know, close my eyes, and open them with others’ eyes.
I see you standing,
peering from behind the lens.
What are you thinking?
Do you admire my soft fur,
or wish your nose could wiggle?
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to
look through each other’s eyes for an instant?
—Henry David Thoreau
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Today’s inspiration came from a photograph and a quotation from Henry David Thoreau as the stimulus for this Tanka Prose. “In its simplest form, tanka Prose is prose accompanied by a tanka poem” (Colleen M. Chesebro, Word Craft Prose & Poetry, 2021, p. 105).
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April 11, 2022
Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold.
The Unbarred View
The coastal plain of my childhood stretches long and wide.
No hills to roll down, no mountains to climb.
I wondered about those places where brooks babbled and
rocky edges left barely room for a foothold.
But I learned to embrace the smooth unfettered landscape.
When the land lies flat, the grasses sway left to right,
nodding yes and no with nothing to hinder the view or wind.
The expanse comforts, reminding me how the heart swells
when you pull back the veil of fear and hesitation.
Oh, that all the world could live in such spaciousness.
Open, longing to stretch beyond the boundaries that
keep us closed, set apart.
Today, I will yield to the unbarred view.
. . .
April 10, 2022
A Lifetime of Love
You looked my way.
Our eyes embraced.
I took your hand.
Years kept passing.
Two souls entwined—
. . .
April 9, 2022
Butterfly lands light
whispering a song of hope
. . .
April 8, 2022
Waves splash in the wind
sending shells upon the shore
treasures and keepsakes.
. . .
April 7, 2022
What You Find in the Woods
The moment I opened my eyes, my feet shoved me into the
woods where secret longings, perched on limbs, inquired,
“Are you ready?” I wondered how many
lovely thoughts it would take to push away the
dark clouds hanging low above me.
And then I saw what brightened the gloomy air. I held my breath with
deep joy at the single, swaying, golden daffodil.
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep…”
—Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
With gratitude to Robert Frost for the words and Selma Martin for sharing this prompt:
The Challenge: (optional) write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line. Perhaps you could write a poem in which the first words of each line, read together, reproduce a treasured line of poetry? You could even try using a newspaper headline or something from a magazine article. Whatever you choose, I hope you enjoy this prompt.
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April 6, 2022
For My Sake
Birds sang outside my window today
and I knew that only through Nature
would I know the peace and love
that leads me on my way.
For who else could ever make
a song so sweet and pure
that every note proclaimed
the majesty given for my sake.
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April 5, 2022
True confession—I have fallen in love with the quadrille poetic form. Creating with 44-words adds an element of challenge and forces me to examine the purpose and intent of every word and phrase. I still have much to learn, but every poem teaches me more about myself. Like the seasons, I’m the same yet always changing.
When did the season change?
How quickly mousy turned to silver and
supple morphed into road maps of memories?
Where flew the years of balancing
meals, messiness, miles, and me?
What happens next?
Who am I now?
The seasons pull me forward—
. . .
April 4, 2022
half in silence—half in conversation
that yearned to hide the pain.
There was no need for
. . .
April 3, 2022
The fuschia sky moved
my soul playfully
across the purple mountains while
mandolins calmed the
I counted moments before
the silent trout swam
in octagon pillows of lake grass
and the Colorado clouds swarmed above.
Where will this counting of passions take me?
The opal sunrise caresses the secret
As my thoughts begin to rest.
. . .
April 2, 2022
coming and going at will
. . .
April 1, 2022
“I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?”
A month of poems, what a challenge and a calling. I’ll begin with sharing a little about me with an “I Am” prose poem.
I Am . . .
I am a poet capturing life in words and images.
Like the keys on the piano, I am a melody
echoing notes and searching for hope in
I am writing, imagining—all the people living for
today so all the world can
I am hands holding the warmth of love and friendship
creating plays that mirror spring, childhood,
joys, life’s fears in the edgy dark, but
I am overflowing with language written in Palatino linotype
or scribbled in pencil on this page.
The words rush through my heart and soul because
I am the wind and sun and beauty of the world
I am that bicycle carrying dreams and flying
through life always seeking wonder, eyes focused,
mind flung open wide.
Beautiful poems. Love these lines from Mountain Sunrise – “Where will this counting of passions take me? The opal sunrise caresses the secret.” THANK YOU>
Joanne, thank you for stopping by and sharing your thoughts.
With gratitude, Kathryn
Kathryn, divinely heartwarming. And I know that seeing just one of those golden daffodils would do it to me too. Just so wonderful. Thanks for sharing your week-long work here. I will return often to see you. So glad to have found you, my friend. Please add me to your email list to receive blogs. Please. Thanks: to SELMAMARTIN Thanks.
How fun to be this: I am the wind and sun and beauty of the world flying by.
What’s Next?!? A wonderful season of becoming, that’s what’s next, my sweet. Let’s go through it together. A wonderful quadrille. So happy to read this one. xoxo
Love this website. It’s friendly to me. I want more of this. Like I said, I will return. I bless you, Kathryn. Good night.
You know the struggle to find your wings. Is this how the emerging butterfly feels?
Thank you. Thank you – for being my close, far away friend. Or, do miles really mean anything in the universe of connection?
Day 8 And those shells travel from far. They housed little creatures. Wow. That alone makes me want to keep them. But remember what Anne Morrow Lindbergh wrote: One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can only collect a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.
You are a keeper. xoxo.
Ah. Anne Morrow Lindbergh is a treasure, and so are you. I keep a moon shell and a nautilus on my desk as a reminder. Must be time to read Gifts from the Sea again.
As always, with much gratitude, my friend
Sunday, nearing noon: 💜 ♥️
A lifetime of Love: How full of beauty is such a life. I’m so thrilled to hear. I know what that’s like and sing with you. Remembering this line from the sound of music: somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good— nothing comes from nothing; nothing ever could … …
And happy birthday. And thanks for the shoutout. So happy THAT arrived timely.
I bless you. xoxo
The Sound of Music and that particular song has always been a favorite. Thanks 🙂
Day 11 NaPoWriMo.
+ ((the sign of a cross is in honor of Holy Week))
Some of those barriers exist only in our perception but they ooze & pollute our collective souls. As when someone tries to pollute a hard-headed neighbor’s well. As if. Not realizing that the source of the water is the same for us all.
Others, the man-made walls, eyesores that obviously don’t belong. Those are built by those who believe separation is the only answer. Us vs. Them. Again, a misaligned mind.
When it’d do us good to embrace like the grass does — nodding yes or no, unhindered.
Embracing, too, the expanse so that our hearts swell and feel our sameness.
Indeed, “Oh, that all the world could live in such spaciousness,” And “yield to the unbarred view,” every day. In harmony.
The scale of your, “as far as the eye can see” perception of your childhood landscape is different from mine (no comparison)
But that we grew up in flat terrain and learned to observe the grass, in that we are the same. So glad to read your words.
Happy NaPoWriMo-ing my friend. Keep going. Here’s looking at you with gratitude and affection. xoxo. I wish you miracles.
Thanks for your words of reflection and encouragement, you do inspire me to press on!
Days 12/13. Live them. Seeing through another’s eyes is a healthy exercise for empathy. We should try— we might come out of it more renewed.
As for clinging and letting go — yes, more lovely wisdom. Thanks for sharing. + I bless you.
Empathy and compassion-we could use more of both. Blessings to you.