Tag Archives: verselove

Each Footstep: NPM22 Day 8

Participating in #verselove over at Ethical ELA feels like a daily workout, faced with innovative approaches to poetry that I might not otherwise attempt. And today is no different. Today Scott has challenged us to show something without telling. So here goes…

Each Footstep

Don’t let them fool you

It’s all about the shoes

pulled on over two pairs of socks

a smooth, thin inner layer

and soft cushy outer layer

crissed and crossed

hooked and tightened

tied in a double knotted bow

These boots are made for walking

And they log miles

on dirt

over rocks

through snow

into squelching mud

across crunching gravel

beside trickling streams

Heading nowhere and everywhere

filling my ears

with birdsong

and windy symphonics

the scritch of lizard toes

echoing thump, thump of woodpeckers

the chasing race of squirrels

My faithful friend

gives me a lens

to see anew

snapping scenic vistas

noticing nature’s intricate and unexpected artwork

heightening awareness and concern

for Earth’s fragile beauty

Each footstep connects me

to my breath

to the planet

to these booted feet

These feet were made for walking

@kd0602

(Showing hiking without telling that I hike…with my camera!)

Joshua Tree: NPM22 Day 6

Today’s poem was inspired by the desert beauty of Joshua Tree National Park and the poetry prompt from Mo over at Ethical ELA as part of April’s #verselove. Today’s poetry comes in the form of a cherita–as Mo describes it: a 6 line story in 3 stanzas. First stanza is a single line, second stanza has 2 lines, and the third stanza has three lines. WordPress sometimes fights with me over formatting–so hopefully this will bear out as intended!

San Gorgonio Mountain view from Joshua Tree National Park

Joshua Tree

In this land life is hearty: thin and sharp

When water–life’s blood–arrives

natives drink their fill, not sure when the next sip will arrive

Living in this harsh world, extremes equal balance

hot and cold hold hands / wet and dry play tag

beauty is in the eye of the beholder and everywhere if you know where to look

@kd0602
Cholla cactus, up close and dangerous!

Joshua Tree blooming

San Jacinto: NPM22 Day 5

Today’s prompt for #verselove on Ethical ELA is to craft a 4×4 poem: 4 lines, 4 syllables per line, 4 stanzas, and a repeating refrain that moves from line 1 to 4 through the poem. As I hiked San Jacinto today, I found myself thinking about words and ideas that might fit this new-to-me poetic structure. Here’s my draft:

San Jacinto

On San Jacinto

desert dry surrounds

mountains touch the sky

beckoning welcome

Alpine gondola

on San Jacinto

lifts to altitude

snowy spring hiking

Slushy slidy snow

melting in cool pools

on San Jacinto

desert far below

Descent to Palm Springs

desert wonderland

after day’s hiking

on San Jacinto

@kd0602

Collage Myself: NPM22 Day 4

Once again I took my poetry inspiration from #verselove at Ethical ELA where I found seeds left by Jennifer. I found myself thinking about photography and exploration and identity and the ways that words are intertwined with all of those.

Collage Myself

Collage myself upon canvas

places in pixels

lighted and enlightening

dots on a map

pinned in my synapses

clipped and pieced

negative space/positive space

aligned

developing images

to

collage myself

upon canvas

@kd0602

Things I Know by Heart: NPM22 Day 2

Imagine my surprise this morning when the post by Ethical ELA was hosted by friend and colleague Emily Yamasaki! I was immediately drawn into both the mentor poem, things I have memorized by Maria Giesbrecht and Emily’s poem, Things I Know. I dove deeply into the cool pool of poems that emerged from Emily’s provocation, reading and feeling, admiring and analyzing as I began to think about my own writing for this second day of National Poetry Month.

Things I Know by Heart

The sleek curve of the egret’s neck

in the tidepool at low tide

The smells of love that fill our home

emanating from the kitchen

The silence of his last breath

matching the empty space in our family

My daily commute, etched in the recesses of my mind,

requiring no conscious thought

My childhood phone number

but not my passwords–they continue to elude me

The sweetness of little boys

now into the second generation

Fear of fire, seared into my memory

brought back by ashes that rain down like snowflakes

Fog’s gray blanket

an indicator that spring has arrived

Each of the traffic spots on the 5 between our house and theirs

no matter how long it takes, every trip is worth it

Sunset’s fiery sky painting

celebrating endings and promising new beginnings

@kd0602