Some days you're the pigeon; some days you're the statue. Sometimes you eat the bear; sometimes the bear eats you. (And no, I haven't seen The Revenant yet.) That's kind of how my April is going, in terms of managing a poem a day. Yesterday, almost nothing. Today, well, at least I've made a start.
Today's poem responds to two prompts. Robert Lee Brewer, in Poetic Asides http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-april-pad-challenge-day-8, suggests we "write a doodle poem," while Maureen Thorson of NaPoWriMo http://www.napowrimo.net/ reminds us that "Poets have been writing about flowers since, oh, the dawn of time," and challenges us to do the same.
FLORA
I've doodled the same little blossoms for years,
five petals, all one looping motion,
like the sharp five-pointed stars
we learned to draw in grade school,
but rounded, soft, each petal ready
to flutter away alone on any friendly breeze.
They occupy corners of shopping lists,
line up across the bottom of class notes,
drift down the margins in delicate clusters
tied together with ribbons of ink.
Sometimes they anchor simple landscapes,
grow out of mounds of spiky grass
along meandering paths up little hills
to mushroom-shaped cottages
with tilted, smoking chimneys and always,
always the same round window over the door,
homes for plump fairy grandmothers
with full cookie jars and mugs of milky tea,
waiting just for me.
VERY GOOD!
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