Hi folks! If you want to send 1-5 poems to a fellow poetry fan over the course of the summer, please consider signing up for the Summer 2023 Poem Swap! It keeps you writing, it gives you delights in your mailbox. I'll post more about it on Friday or you can write me at email@example.com.
Now, I'll turn over the blog to Janet:
First I must thank my poetry friend, Tabatha Yeatts, for volunteering to host blogless me so I could participate again this year. I feel a kinship with all the current and previous Poetry Friday bloggers. I am mainly an appreciative commenter who shares in the joy of poetry and loves to be a guest blogger. (My name appears as Janet Clare F.or some form of that and I am Janet Clare on fb, so please friend me if you like.) I have participated in the Progressive Poem for all but two of the past years. I always look forward to seeing how the poem flows throughout the month. Here is the #PP2023 background for those who may be visiting for the first time.
Welcome to the Progressive Poem! Irene Latham began this tradition in 2012 and hosted until 2019. (Early archives here.) Margaret Simon took the reins in 2020. (Recent archives are tabs at the top of her page.) Thank you for creating and continuing this annual event, Irene and Margaret.
The 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.” Each blogger will copy the previous lines exactly as written (unless permission from the previous poet is obtained) and add their line, including commentary on their process if they wish.
Thanks to Catherine at Reading to the Core for her wonderful line from yesterday!! Yummy nutcakes and tea, I am hungry already and my senses are filled with the scent of the garden and a delicious mid-day tea. My line is in bold at the end!
Suddenly everything fell into place
like raindrops hitting soil and sinking in.
When morning first poked me, I’d wished it away
my mind in the mist, muddled, confused.
Was this a dream or reality, rousing my response?
The sun surged, urging me to join in its rising,
Rising like a crystal ball reflecting on morning dew.
I jumped out of bed, ready to explore the day.
My feet pull me outside and into the garden
Where lilies and bees weave…but wait! What’s that?
A bevy of bunnies jart and dart and play in the clover.
A dog barks and flash, the bunderstorm is over.
I breathe-brave, quiet. Like a seed,
as the day, foretold in my dream, ventured upon me.
Sunbeams guided me to the gate overgrown with wisteria
where I spotted the note tied to the gate.
As I reached the gnarled gate, pollen floated like fairy dust into my face.
Enter, if you must. We’ve been waiting for you.
Not giving the curious note a thought, I pushed the gate open and ran through.
Stopped in my tracks, eyes wide in awe- can this really be true?
Huge mushrooms for tables, vines twined into chairs,
A flutter of fairies filled flowery teawares.
With glazed nut cakes and apple blossom tea,
I heard soft whispers from behind a tree. Oh my! They had been “waiting for me!”
And on we go to my friend Ruth at There is no Such Thing as a God-Forsaken Town.