It's Poetry Friday time to connect with the creative muse so I carve out a writing space amidst the boxes that still line my hallway and study. Next, I recall last weekend's springtime walk with my little granddaughters and start word weaving my thoughts into different types of poetic forms for National Poetry Month. I begin with a photo I took during the walk and then transformed it into a digital inspiration. Using the Prisma app and the fibonicci sequence of a six-line twenty syllables poem, I dedicate the following mathematical endeavor to my little granddaughter who is a nature-lover.
Child
Blows
Wishes
To the wind.
Dandelion dance,
Springtime wonder for little hands.
©CV, 2021
Be lulled by Bob Dylan's Blowin' In The Wind sung by Kina Grannis.
My roots take me back to childhood days when I blew dandy wishes to the wind with the dandelions I plucked. Back then, I also watched my Nonnie make dandelion greens for dinner. While I did not continue that tradition, I do love to drink tea made of dandelion roots or herbs but never explored the idea of growing a patch of dandelions in my herb garden. I wonder if they would take over the basil and parsley I intend to grow? I decide to use a different mathematical format to pen equation poems introduced to me by my poet friend Laura Purdie Salas to ponder my streaming thoughts.
dandelion root x wish weed puffs = springtime well-being
yellow weed flower + green stem + white feathers = wishes for happiness
About Poetic Forms
creativity + constrained poetic forms = conscious and concise word choice
Because my busy poet friend Matt Forrest is hosting Poetry Friday this week and invited all to try a tricube poem that consists of 3 stanzas, each of which have 3 ines, which each have 3 syllables, I thought I would challenge myself. Here is my first tricube.
Spring sounds float
Through the woods
By the creek.
Trees line paths.
Creek babbles.
Wish weeds pop.
Child picks one.
Holds it tight
and blows hard.
©CV, 2021
Child giggles
as feathers
float through air.
Little fairies
delicately
blow away.
Spring's wish weeds
signal hope's
airborn flight.
©CV, 2021
What fun it is to have some time to myself to create digitals and word weave as a storm cuts across the patio. I hope you join me at Matt Forrest Esenwine's blog site, Radio, Rhythm, Rhyme. You will not only find more poetry but Matt's new success. Congratulations are in order!
Celebrate the close of a funfilled National Poetry Month
