The Poetry Friday Roundup for March 24 is here! I’m happy to be hosting today and also celebrating the start of spring. For me, spring doesn’t officially start until I revisit one of my favorite E.E.Cummings poems:
[in Just-] by E.E.Cummings
in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman
Here in eastern Pennsylvania it doesn’t really look like spring yet, but there are a few signs. In my yard and gardens I noticed activity at the nesting boxes, a few emerging peony shoots, and some early spring flowers – forsythia, daffodils, crocuses, hellebores. This morning I woke to a much needed gentle rain that inspired a poem. I’m also offering one about a hummingbird sculpture that stands in my side garden all year long. Even in the winter, she always reminds me that spring is on the way.
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One of my least favorite household chores is shopping for groceries. During the pandemic it was grueling, and that was the only time my husband went with me (once or twice). Still, I persevere, because well, we need groceries, and because every once in awhile something surprising happens. I might run into a friend I haven’t seen in a long time, find a new food that looks interesting or, like what happened last week, overhear bits of conversation that inspire a fun poem.
Grocery Store Community
I shop alone. I peruse the aisles, plan meals, ponder purchases as quickly as I can.
Sometimes bits of conversation invade my reverie. Excuse me. This one’s the best. (I make a mental note) Did you get the cheese? Or
Peter…Peter… Lila? Brendan! Children (or maybe spouses) who strayed too far. I look around, help in the search, realize
I never shop alone. Draft, 2023RoseCappelli
And speaking of community, I’m thankful for this community of poets from whom I learn so much. Laura has the roundup today at Small Reads for Brighter Days. Be sure to stop by to hear about her April poetry project (you might want to join in!) and lots more poetry goodness.
This week I attended the Philadelphia Flower Show billed as the nation’s largest and longest-running horticultural event. It’s always a treat in March, when cold winds are blowing, to step into Spring at the Flower Show. An added bonus this year was a butterfly exhibit. One of my favorite displays were the miniature gardens which reminded me of diaramas I used to make for school projects. Of course I was drawn to the literature-themed display of a scene from Alice in Wonderland.
At the Flower Show
i butterflies alight sip nectar from cotton swabs winged wonders
ii blooms of red yellow blue pop, punctuate the air with sweet smells transforming the gray city, the somber city, into a kaleidoscope of color.
iii Please come to tea with Alice and me under a wide willow tree. We’ll dine on sweet scones till it’s time to head home, tucking our dreams into hope. Draft, 2023Rose Cappelli
Last week my grandkids (ages 3 and 5) were here for most of the week while my son and daughter-in-law had some vacation time. It was a glorious, filled-with-fun, loving-hugging time. In other words, exhausting! But I loved every minute learning the art of coffee filter crafts, how to build the best magna-tile tower (then put it at the end of a race track and knock it down), and how there can never be too many sprinkles on cookies.
I tried to wake extra early every morning to get a bit of writing done. My poetry group’s challenge for last month was to write a cherita. I found two great examples from Irene Latham and Charles Waters in Dictionary for a Better World, but it was harder than I thought it would be. For those of you who are new to this form, a cherita is a three stanza poem that tells a story. The one line first stanza sets the scene, followed by the second stanza of two lines, and the third with three. So it’s like a story with a beginning, middle, and end. I tried a few throughout the month and decided to share this one that I wrote last week in the voice of my granddaughter.
this morning we’re a little sad
so we covered Grammy’s cookies with sprinkles of purple and pink
later we’ll cuddle and sing silly songs, share new books and quiet smiles— chase away that sad Draft, 2023 Rose Cappelli
Tanita has the roundup today here. Be sure to stop by for some spring gardening inspiration and lots more poetry fun.
One morning this week I opened Almost an Elegy by Linda Pastan hoping to find some inspiration for a poem. And boy, did she deliver. I read four poems and instantly had at least three ideas. My poem for today was inspired by Pastan’s poem “Squint,.” I was drawn to how she used the title followed by a comma to begin the poem. I couldn’t find a link to it online, but this is how it begins:
and that low line of blue cloud hovering over the treetops
could be an ocean—the roar of the highway the clamorous waves breaking.
Although I chose to repeat the structure to begin each stanza, my poem was definitely inspired by and written in the style of Linda Pastan.
and you might notice the daffodil reaching through the too-soon-soft soil on a warm winter afternoon.
Pause, and you might hear the distant drumming of a woodpecker messaging a mate.
Pause, and you might feel the quiet in a cup of tea sipped from a china cup. Draft, 2023RoseCappelli
Photo from NDTV Food
Molly has the Round Up today at Nix the Comfort Zone where you’ll find her beautiful tribute to winter trees and lots more poetry fun.