Hello everyone and welcome!
The Progressive Poem rules are few: “The poem will be passing from blog to blog with each poet-blogger adding a line. The poem is for children. Other than that, anything goes.”
Mary Lee kicked the poem off with
"Suddenly everything fell into place" explaining, "I love stories that start at the end, so here you go. Write me a story that ends with sudden clarity."
Heidi followed it up with
"like raindrops hitting soil and sinking in."
I felt like it was my job to transport the story to the beginning. I thought about what might happen to a young person before things fell into place, before the raindrops hit soil and sank in. I pictured someone who might be facing something new, struggling through a challenge that seems overwhelming.
Which brings me to today's line:
When morning first poked me, I'd wished it away
As it stands:
Suddenly everything fell into place
like raindrops hitting soil and sinking in.
When morning first poked me, I'd wished it away
Buffy Silverman has the next line.
npm 23 progressive poem
April 1 Mary Lee Hahn, Another Year of Reading
April 2 Heidi Mordhorst, My Juicy Little Universe
April 3 Tabatha, The Opposite of Indifference
April 4 Buffy Silverman
April 5 Rose Cappelli, Imagine the Possibilities
April 6 Donna Smith, Mainely Write
April 7 Margaret Simon, Reflections on the Teche
April 8 Leigh Anne, A Day in the Life
April 9 Linda Mitchell, A Word Edgewise
April 10 Denise Krebs, Dare to Care
April 11 Emma Roller, Penguins and Poems
April 12 Dave Roller, Leap Of Dave
April 13 Irene Latham Live Your Poem
April 14 Janice Scully, Salt City Verse
April 15 Jone Rush MacCulloch
April 16 Linda Baie TeacherDance
April 17 Carol Varsalona, Beyond Literacy Link
April 18 Marcie Atkins
April 19 Carol Labuzzetta at The Apples in My Orchard
April 20 Cathy Hutter, Poeturescapes
April 21 Sarah Grace Tuttle at Sarah Grace Tuttle’s Blog,
April 22 Marilyn Garcia
April 23 Catherine at Reading to the Core
April 24 Janet Fagal, hosted by Tabatha, The Opposite of Indifference
April 25 Ruth, There is no Such Thing as a God-Forsaken Town
April 26 Patricia J. Franz, Reverie
April 27 Theresa Gaughan, Theresa's Teaching Tidbits
April 28 Karin Fisher-Golton, Still in Awe Blog
April 29 Karen Eastlund, Karen’s Got a Blog
April 30 Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, and Writing
Intriguing line, Tabatha! I look forward to how this poem unfolds. :)
ReplyDeleteMost days when morning pokes, I wish it away, but not today. A poem woke me up and I had to get up to write it and to see where you were taking us. Great line! And thanks for the wall of poems. I plan to print them at school and get my students involved in decorating and hanging them.
ReplyDeleteYour line is so relatable and opens up so many possibilities. Well done, Tabatha!
ReplyDelete“Poked” makes me think of an urgency in the waking. I wonder why?
ReplyDeleteI have a hint of setting here. Your line moves the poem forward.
ReplyDeleteLove your thoughts on creating your line, and being able to wish a difficult challenge away, how liberating—wonderful, thanks Tabatha!
ReplyDeleteLove your thoughts on creating your line, and being able to wish a difficult challenge away, how liberating—wonderful, thanks Tabatha!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! Thanks for providing a start!
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeletei LOVE THE WAY THE CHALLENGE IS SO FAR JUST "MORNING"--BOTH FAMILIAR AND BENINGN, BUT ALSO POSSIBLY HOLDING DREAD. Nice one, Tabatha, and sorry for all the caps...cat on the keyboard!
ReplyDeleteNice, you've offered the looking back, now what is it about? I like reading your thoughts, too, Tabatha.
ReplyDeleteYes to this line, Tabatha, that makes us wonder, opens possibilities and brings some tension to the page. Oh where will this poem meander and maybe fly?
ReplyDeleteJanet Clare F.
Tabatha, I followed your insightful thinking that brought voice to the character. I wished it away leads readers like me to want more. I look forward to ready Buffy's next line.
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