Happy Poetry Month–A Poem or Two in Honor of the Occasion
“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree. ”
This poem by Joyce Kilmer seems perfect for me for this month. It seems a little-known fact that April is National Poetry Month. I probably wouldn’t even know about it, but I have an uncle who very diligently posts a new poem he has written every single day in the month of April. I have not yet been able to successfully follow his example, but I would still like to recognize and do something to participate in this celebration of literature. While it is not my primary sort of creation, I have managed to write a few fairly decent poems over the years. So, in honor of National Poetry Month, I will share a few of them here. Hopefully, they are enjoyable.
Grass
Sliver of green
Peeking through a blanket of brown
Like a tiny wink
To chase away a winter frown.
The first blade of grass
Is a wondrous thing.
It brings with it hope
That it really is spring.
Blessing in Disguise
It all seems so clear
So plain and up front
It all is right there to see
Yet something inside me
So softly is whispering
It’s not what it seems to be.
The disguise is most perfect
Yet somehow I know
There’s more there than meets the eye
And maybe, just maybe,
It’s something superior.
On this hope, I always rely.
Dandelions Under Snow
Polka dots of yellow
on a blanket made of green.
The dandelions in a lawn
should surely speak of spring.
But then a strange thing happens
that seems just wrong to me.
These tiny specks of icy white…
No! It couldn’t be!
White belongs with daisies,
snowball bushes, and the rest
But when it comes to dandelions
just green and yellow’s best.
But nature has a cruel streak
it always gets its way.
It’s sent a blast of winter here
to plague us all today.
So blanketing my field of green
and yellow it will blow
and oh so gently bury
dandelions under snow.
These may not be the best poems I have ever written, but they are some of the only ones I have access to right now since my computer got amnesia last year. Maybe next year I’ll be able to get on the ball enough to write a new one every day in April. Until then, these will have to do. Happy Poetry Month everybody!
What are some of your favorite poems? Do you write any yourself?
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