It all started in the year of 2012. Irene Latham 's idea to celebrate National Poetry Month ( April), with a blog hop from one exciting blog to the next. Across oceans and back we visit each other's blog to see what the next line will be.
This year has been an exciting odyssey and today I humbly add my line.
This year has been an exciting odyssey and today I humbly add my line.
First I counted all the syllables in each line to find a pattern besides the obvious rhyme. Then I read and re-read to get the feel of where this has been going. To me the theme seemed to be welcoming Spring. What could be better than a picture of new life in the Spring. I took this picture at the Homosassa State park and even though the line said Yet I fear I am no kite or bird– There were a lot of references to flying, soaring things that birds do. So maybe this little fellow doesn't realize he is a bird yet and can fly and soar, but he definitely looks like he is dancing!
West Wind Dreams of Taking Shape
A squall of hawk wings stirs the sky.
A hummingbird holds and then hies.
“If I could fly, I’d choose to be
Sailing through a forest of poet-trees.”
A cast of crabs engraves the sand
Delighting a child’s outstretched hand.
"If I could breathe under the sea,
I’d dive, I’d dip, I’d dance with glee."
A clump of crocuses craves the sun.
Kites soar while joyful dogs run.
"I sing to spring, to budding green,
to all of life – seen and unseen."
Wee whispers drift from cloud to ear
and finally reach one divining seer
who looks up from her perch and beams —
"West Wind is dreaming May, it seems."
"Golden wings open and gleam
as I greet the prancing team.
Gliding aside with lyrical speed,
I’d ride Pegasus to Ganymede."
To a pied pocket, the zephyr returns.
Blowing soft words the seer discerns
from earthbound voyage to dreamy night,
"The time is now. I give you flight!"
"Yet I fear I am no kite or bird–
I lift! The world below me blurred
I lift! The world below me blurred
by tears of joy. I spiral high,
I hum, I dive, I dip, I hive!"
Behold, Spring is but a dance away
If you missed any of the poem and want to see where it started and follow along; here is the list of contributors and comments of how they came up with their line.
2016 KIDLITOSPHERE PROGRESSIVE POEM
April
1 Laura at Writing the World
for Kids
2 Joy at Joy Acey
3 Doraine at Dori Reads
4 Diane at Random Noodling
5 Penny at A Penny and Her Jots
6 Carol at Beyond
LiteracyLink
7 Liz at Elizabeth
Steinglass
8 Janet F. at Live Your
Poem
9 Margaret at Reflections
on the Teche
10 Pat at Writer on a
Horse
11 Buffy at Buffy's Blog
12 Michelle at
Today's
Little Ditty
13 Linda at TeacherDance
14 Jone at Deo Writer
15 Matt at Radio,
Rhythm & Rhyme
16 Violet at Violet
Nesdoly
17 Kim at Flukeprints
18 Irene at Live Your
Poem
19 Charles at Charles Waters Poetry
20 Ruth at There is No Such Thing as a Godforsaken Town
21 Jan at Bookseedstudio
22 Robyn at Life on
the Deckle Edge
23 Ramona at Pleasures
from the Page
24 Amy at The Poem Farm
25 Mark at Jackett Writes
26 Renee at No Water River
27 Mary Lee at
Poetrepository
28 Heidi at My
Juicy Little Universe
29 Sheila at Sheila Renfro
30 Donna at Mainely Write
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12 comments:
Good job Sheila. Ahhh Spring, everything glows with new life and energy
Thank you, Sheila! I like that "dance away." Great job leaving it open to Donna to tidy the whole thing up -- and with a pretty flexible rhyming word! Yay! xo
Oooh! I can hardly wait for tomorrow! I think I have the last line...
Your line made me re-read the poem from the eyes of that young bird, and it works beautifully, Sheila. It's all the dreams of youth, isn't it? Terrific!
Love the "dance away"--can't wait to read how Donna wraps it up.
I hope it's okay that I'm going to add your blog to the Poetry Friday roundup so others see how the progressive poem has progressed!
What lively progress! Dancing with your lovely line, Sheila.
Thank you all. It has been a lot of fun. And yes Buffy, thank you for sharing my blog.
Hi Sheila, I see your name pop up in the Fl SCBWI group, but what a treat to find it here at the Poetry Friday roundup. You set up the ending beautifully.
"Behold" is such a rich word, isn't it? It works well here as we reach the end, and I think it's in the unofficial rules of the Progressive Poem to include the word "dance." : ) Thanks, Sheila!
Behold, I was wrong...looking back, I see that 2012, 2013 and 2014 all include "dance", but not 2015. : )
Sheila, the final thoughts are bringing spring into focus with its breaths of possibility. As we dance on to Donna's line...
Very nice line to lead to the ending. I'm dancing over to read it now. What a great month!
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