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Yellow: 10 ways NPM #4

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Yellow: 10 Ways

Faraway star

fingers of light

reaching across galaxies

to warm and bronze

shoulders and noses

Sharp, astringent, fragrant

squeezed, zested, sliced

juice used a million ways

Tall, white-feathered low-tide visitors

stomping and stirring

salty pools

with canary-yellow feet

Spread on morning toast

sunshine on bread

melty, salty

tastes like a hug

Warning: slow down

middle light

triangular sign

pay attention: time for caution!

Dip-dyed for Easter, ready for the bunny

Crack!

out pops a downy feathered

chick

Springtime harbingers

blossoming, towering

sprinkling the yellow-magic

of hope

over the world

Pop, pop, pop

kernels burst

flavoring the air

with scents

of summer

Pollinators flit from flower to flower

dressed in yellow and black

inviting new blossoms

to dance

in the silky springtime breezes

I scritch and scratch words across

the blank page with

Traditional #2

searching and seeking

until I uncover

the secret of where

all the yellow poems hide

®Douillard

4-3-21: NPM #3

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On the days when I am in the classroom, I am always paying attention to the potential mathematical patterns the date provides. And I have to admit, I’m sad that this great date fell on a Saturday (and during our spring break to boot!). Here’s my rough attempt at celebrating this rare mathematical date pattern in verse.

April 3, 2021

4, 3, 2, 1…blast off!

Numbers descending

stepping down

decreasing

by one

A date

marking time

beating out a rhythm

marching down the street

Eventually circling

holding hands

standing shoulder to shoulder

bow and begin

a dance of numbers

4, 3, 2, 1

®Douillard

The 5: NPM #2

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If you know the state of California, you’re aware it is a long state connected by a freeway affectionately called The 5. After hours and hours in the car yesterday, I decided to write a poem…using only one syllable words…in hopes of capturing that long drive up that never-ending ribbon of road. (With a few photos for visual impact–all taken from the passenger side car window.)

Spring Fever: NPM #1

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Even with the best of intentions, my first poem for the first of 30 days of National Poetry Month is posted on day 2! Blame the road trip I set off on yesterday and the many other distractions that accompanied that start. But, alas, here is the poem…and expect another later today to “catch up”.

Spring Fever

The temperature is rising

infecting us all

even in masks

We’re itching

to be outdoors

running

playing

lazing in the sun

Like cats we look for

that puddle of light

that will evaporate

the cold and dark

of winter’s shadow

And create

a tunnel of green

straight into

Summer!

®Douillard