I breathe in, breathe out, while the series of rain storms soak the neighborhood. Despite the darkness and dampness of several days of showers, a new day dawns with a blue sky overhead and the greenness of earth surrounding me. Red azaleas are blossoming after the latest storm saturated the bushes. This sign of life lifts my spirit and dresses the earth in color. As I sit watching the morning sunlight and the swaying of branches on my pear tree, I feel a quiet stream of words unfolding. Using the inspirational quote by Vivian Greene, I review the digital collage I designed and begin to write a golden shovel poem.
I breate in life,
washing away what isn't
anymore. I listen to birds singing about
the freshness of life waiting.
I breathe in springtime's air for
a revival of my heart beating in the
sloshing, pounding storms
of fear hoping for calmness to
wipe away sorrows that will pass.
What life offers is in the future; it's
spring shaping new buds, news about
humans understanding and learning
how to bring about a new era, to
not engage in animosity, but dance
with each other in
calmer times, breathing in the
peaceful sounds of gentle rain.
draft, CVarsalona, 2026
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It's the last day of the 2026 National Poetry Month, 30 days of trying to push away grief bursts, and find time to write. I am amazed at the commitment of our community to create a Progressive Poem that grew from one map and one line to a poem of 30 lines of outstanding verse. This poem not only is a magical adventure to the Land of Poetry. It ends with an inspirational mantra, 'Words transform and restore us!" I am delighted to add the Progressive Poem with the its map to my Spring Seeds Grace April Padlet that you can find here.
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For those who are interested in adding an artistic expression to the Spring Seeds Grace April Padlet, please do so. I plan on showcasing the Padlet Gallery in mid-May.
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The Poetry Roundup is hosted by a long-time poet friend, Rose Cappelli, at Imagine the Possibilities. Rose is sharing her tankas that are her 2026 National Poetry Month project.
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It is time to bid adieu to the 2026 National Poetry Month, but you can visit the projects at Jama Rattigan's Kidlithosphere Events Roundup.
National Poetry Month-Day 30/30
Beautiful and peaceful thoughts, Carol. Thank you for sharing them with us. The Progressive Poem was indeed spectacular, wasn't it!
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This is a beautiful post. I know that grief is hanging on you and there are times you push it away to write. Much love.
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ReplyDeleteWhat a perfect striking line for life...your specific circumstance and for all of us. I'm in awe of how you continue to find ways to grow forward. Well done, Carol.
ReplyDeleteCarol, beautiful, as usual. You take nature, sorrow, and reflection and make hopeful poetry and art. Today, these words are my favorites. I'm taking them with me..."to not engage in animosity, but dance with each other in calmer times"
ReplyDeleteYour words make me so aware of the present moment, Carol. Thank you for gifting them -- even the grief bursts -- to us. As you seek comfort, you offer comfort to us, too. (And I will try to figure out the padlet thing after today).
ReplyDeleteCarol, you made it through April and you're still writing, breathing, sharing, and taking steps, one at a time. Words do indeed transform and restore us.
ReplyDeleteLive really is, as you relate in your poem, about the future, moving forward and letting go of animosity that we all feel sometimes. I think about these things often and try to figure out what I want to celebrate in my future and worrying less. I hope you are well, Carol, and enjoying spring flowers and the fresh air.
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ReplyDeletespring shaping new buds." This is beautiful, Carol. Spring delivers hope with every bud. Your golden shovel is beautiful. I have a challenge from my critique group to write one this month. Looking forward to it. Thanks for inspiring me.