Today’s prompt is to write a things-not-as-they-appear poem. I keep going back to the Shaman Poem from March 1:
Here is how we make the world:
I will say fire and mean wisdom.
I will say wisteria and mean my thoughts are tangled.
I will say the river is flowing and mean that time is passing.
I will say grandmother’s quilt and mean that the work is love.
I will say house and mean your heart.
I will say spiderweb and mean the prayers are holding you.
I will say the eagle flies and mean my thoughts are with you.
I will say the daffodils are blooming and mean you are healing.
I will say song and mean dream.
I will say dream and mean prayer.
I will say prayer and mean poem.
1. My neighbor’s bank of nodding sunny daffodils. (Say Man-who-Plants-Sunshine, and no longer mean Crusty Curmudgeon. That one is going to take some work.)
2. Freckles on a small boy’s face.
3. A day to organize and tidy the classroom.
4. Playing outside!
5. All the poems of April. I decided I did not have time curate a Poetree this year. Still, the Internet is a grand Tree of Poetry. I am loving reading everyone’s poems.
May we walk in Beauty!