Each day for the month of April, the Cedar Bark Poets are writing a poem a day in celebration of NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing month. Poems are posted here daily. Let Katheren know if you would like to participate!
“Finally, our prompt (optional, as always!) Today’s prompt comes to us from Megan Pattie, who points us to the work of the Irish poet Ciaran Carson, who increasingly writes using very long lines. Carson has stated that his lines are (partly) based on the seventeen syllables of the haiku, and that he strives to achieve the clarity of the haiku in each line. So today, Megan and I collectively challenge you to write a poem with very long lines. You can aim for seventeen syllables, but that’s just a rough guide. If you’re having trouble buying into the concept of long lines, maybe this essay on Whitman’s infamously leggy verse will convince you of their merits. Happy writing!”
After the Rain
Smell the air, raindrops fill you inside and out, a fresh start
Droplets fall intricately down the root for a drink
Giving and replenishing nature’s soil, root to tip
Receiving a bountiful drink nature is thankful
Thankfulness is shown through beautiful sights
Glorious flowers bloom, decorating a beautiful view After the rain,
Mother Nature gives us beautiful gifts
I pick up speed, I change lanes, a rodent darts under the wheels, I’m skidding Icy start, dry drive now, I am crossing the bridge, spin out, I continue.
Stopping abruptly, I pull over, get out, the rodent jumps at me.
It’s alive after a road trip under my hood, help me, help.
The rodent jumps off and scurries into the field, thank God.
Onward forth as I must continue along my journey
Making the cut, a story of green grass, great growth unabashed
the grass grows outside my front door, almost visibly, at times it seams if I look away, I think it grows even faster I do have to say
but is it green enough, or growing far too rough, will it weeds rebuff I want it to be tough, but also dainty, though not at all a buff
the longer the days, the faster chlorophyll photosynthesis it’s way though the green bladed maze, slowing only when the clouds over haze long blades, bold from all my fertilizers N-P-K, growing tall, keeping all the weeds at bay.
But how long I wonder can I let it go, for I can not indefinitely let it grow I watch it shimmer as across it a wind starts to blow, as each individual blade slightly starts to bow sooner or later I realize that I will soon have to give in and mow, but maybe just one more day I will let it go
South Dakota Road Men
Salt Spring Island,1992
Taken by surprise a brand new view!
Unknowingly given mesacaline
That was when Spirit People walked in
Ethereal but solid and oh so there!
I had no clue, I could only stare
Three Grandmothers, crouching, etched in dust
Was I insane, my mind ‘Do I trust?’
Look away,look away still they returned
I thought the 40 rock Sweat had burned
All the cells in my ever loving brain
Halucinations like a fast cosmic train
Eight days straight on peyote ingested
The depths of my soul ever so tested
Dancing through the universe, galaxies
Simply a fractal shining and free
Mysteries, secret rites, old, unfolded
A ‘new’ I awakened with psyche emboldened
Concentric circles I followed with glee
8 days anscestors walked with me
Still waking up from that Peyote Scene
To a new experience in Peru I lean
Ayahuasca, your names calling through !!
After 25 years I am now ready for YOU