Poetry Friday: X is for Hope

I loved the A.P. Biology class I took in high school. Believe it or not, I remember much of what I learned all those years ago. So when I was planning this project, I didn’t have to think twice about the word I would use for x. Xylem was right there, just waiting to be celebrated in a poem. Fast forward to this week of testing, planning for next year, and caring for my family and you have…a very brief poem acknowledging the hard work xylem does.

X is for Hope

Why?

Because…

Water + xylem + sunlight =

GREEN

Vibrant or muted,
bursting from stems supported
by strong, thirsty straws

Draft, © Catherine Flynn, 2023

Xylem cells stained red
Nicholas.H.Hale, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Thank you to Laura Purdie Salas for her brilliant book, Snowman – Cold = Puddle, for the inspiration! Please be sure to visit Janice Scully at Salt City Verse for the Poetry Friday Roundup!

Poetry Friday: More Poems of Hope

I am determined to finish my National Poetry Month project, 26 poems of hope. I’m nearing the end of the alphabet and this week am sharing poems for v and w.

V is for Hope

Why?

Because…

Caterpillars that will soon
transform into fritillary butterflies
feast on the heart-shaped leaves 
of meadow violets,
whose petals of vibrant
purple satin
are fit for a queen’s crown.

Draft © Catherine Flynn, 2023

These violets greet me each morning.

A few weeks ago, I came across the last stanza of “Inversnaid,” by Gerard Manley Hopkins, the last line of which includes the word “weeds.” I originally thought I might write about a woodpecker for w, but decided a Golden Shovel using this line was more appropriate. Hopkins’s poem was inspired by a visit to the town and stream of Inversnaid on the bank of Loch Lomond, which appealed to my Scottish roots.

W is for Hope

Why?

Because…

Draft, © Catherine Flynn, 2023
Inversnaid Falls by Tim Heaton, CC BY-SA 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Please be sure to visit Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge for the Poetry Friday Roundup.

Poetry Friday: Hope, Continued

Like last year, my NPM project was a few poems short. My goal was to write 26 poems, one for each letter of the alphabet, for some element of nature that gives my hope. The letter U really stumped me. I went through our old World Book Encyclopedia and came up with ungulate. The only ungulates in my neck of the woods are white-tailed deer. Although the deer don’t usually eat my hostas, and I’ve never hit one with my car, I couldn’t imagine how I would write about deer. Then I startled a rabbit as I walked out the back door one morning earlier this week and she scurried back into the bushes. Hmm. The bushes…the undergrowth.

I thought undergrowth and understory were basically the same thing, but they aren’t. The layers of temperate forests, like what’s left of the forest here in the eastern U.S., correspond to the layers of tropical and temperate rainforests. Each has difference species of plants and animals, of course, but the structure is similar.

It’s also the first Friday of the month, which means the monthly Inkling challenge. Linda Mitchell gave free rein this month when she asked us to:

Write a poem from your O-L-W for 2023
Or
Find a piece of artwork that has a word(s) embedded and write an ekphrastic poem inspired by the piece
Or
Go to Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day (any similar site) and be inspired by a word from there
Or
Just write a poem–about anything that needs to be written

This week, I need to write a poem about undergrowth. I will work on poems for the rest of the alphabet over the coming weeks.

U is for Hope

Why? 

Because…

the undergrowth
at the edge of the woods
teems with life:

birds forage for seeds 
and insects,

bees gather nectar
and pollen,

cottontails hide 
in a tangle of branches

and an oak sapling
finds a ray of sunlight,
and reaches toward the sky.

Draft, © Catherine Flynn, 2023

Be sure to visit Linda Baie at Teacher Dance for the Poetry Friday Roundup, then read how the other Inklings responded to Linda’s challenge here:

Heidi Mordhorst
Linda Mitchell
Molly Hogan
Mary Lee Hahn
Catherine Flynn

NPM & Poetry Friday: T is for Hope

Here we are at the last Poetry Friday of National Poetry Month. I am in awe of everyone who shared a new poem daily. Congratulations! I have a few letters left to round out my alphabet of hope, which I’ll keep working on these into May. Why should April get all the fun?

T is for Hope

Why?

Because…

Taproots 
sink 
deep 
into
the Earth,
soaking 
up water,
anchoring
dandelions, 
milkweeds,
and more.

Sustaining 
life.

Draft, © Catherine Flynn, 2023

‘Wysauke’; known commonly as milkweed, pods at top and root cut off and drawn at side, 1906
John White, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Please be sure to visit Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town for the Poetry Friday Roundup.

Previous NPM Posts:

Day 1: H is for…
Day 2: A is for Hope
Day 3: B is for Hope
Day 4: C is for Hope
Day 5: D is for Hope
Day 6: E is for Hope
Day 7: F is for Hope
Day 8: G is for Hope
Day 9: Hope is
Day 10: I is for Hope
Day 11: J is for Hope
Day 12: Hope is…
Day 13: L is for Hope
Day 14: M is for Hope
Day 15: N is for Hope
Day 16: More Poems of Hope
Day 17: Q is for Hope
Day 18: R is for Hope
Day 19: Hope is… Silvopastures

NPM: Hope is… Silvopastures

Hope is…

Silvopastures, places
where animals and woodlands,
fruit trees and pastures,
are interwoven
into one community.

Where relationships 
are restored,
rebalanced,
renewed.

Where healing
begins.

Draft, © Catherine Flynn, 2023

Gregory Sajdak, CC BY-SA 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Today’s poem was inspired by this story I heard on NPR last week. I wanted to create a found poem from the story, but I couldn’t make that work. Ultimately, I gathered words and phrases from multiple sources (Aeon, USDA, and Plant With Purpose) to craft this poem.

Don’t forget today is Poem In Your Pocket day!

Previous NPM Posts:

Day 1: H is for…
Day 2: A is for Hope
Day 3: B is for Hope
Day 4: C is for Hope
Day 5: D is for Hope
Day 6: E is for Hope
Day 7: F is for Hope
Day 8: G is for Hope
Day 9: Hope is
Day 10: I is for Hope
Day 11: J is for Hope
Day 12: Hope is…
Day 13: L is for Hope
Day 14: M is for Hope
Day 15: N is for Hope
Day 16: More Poems of Hope
Day 17: Q is for Hope
Day 18: R is for Hope

NPM: R is for Hope

R is for Hope

Why?

Because…

Redbud limbs,
adorned with gossamer petals,
fill the woods with a pink haze
that sets the bees abuzz.

Draft, © Catherine Flynn, 2023

Previous NPM Posts:

Day 1: H is for…
Day 2: A is for Hope
Day 3: B is for Hope
Day 4: C is for Hope
Day 5: D is for Hope
Day 6: E is for Hope
Day 7: F is for Hope
Day 8: G is for Hope
Day 9: Hope is
Day 10: I is for Hope
Day 11: J is for Hope
Day 12: Hope is…
Day 13: L is for Hope
Day 14: M is for Hope
Day 15: N is for Hope
Day 16: More Poems of Hope
Day 17: Q is for Hope

NPM: Q is For Hope

Q is for Hope

Why?

Because…

sweet tissue paper
quince blossoms ripen into
juicy, tart golden
fruit, ready to be transformed
again: jelly for my toast.

Draft, © Catherine Flynn, 2023

My grandmother grew up on a farm (our home is built on what used to be one of the cow pastures) and she once told me about helping her mother rub the fuzz off the quinces from their quince orchard so she could make jelly. Sadly, the part of the farm with the quince orchard was sold before I was born, so I’ve never had any quince jelly on my toast. My mother remembers though, and she loved it!

Fir0002 at the English-language Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/, via Wikimedia Commons

Previous NPM Posts:

Day 1: H is for…
Day 2: A is for Hope
Day 3: B is for Hope
Day 4: C is for Hope
Day 5: D is for Hope
Day 6: E is for Hope
Day 7: F is for Hope
Day 8: G is for Hope
Day 9: Hope is
Day 10: I is for Hope
Day 11: J is for Hope
Day 12: Hope is…
Day 13: L is for Hope
Day 14: M is for Hope
Day 15: N is for Hope
Day 16: More Poems of Hope

NPM: The Progressive Poem

Welcome to the Progressive Poem! Irene Latham began the 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.

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.

Thank you to Marilyn Garcia for handing off a great line, Conjuring up what those fairies were serving was great fun.

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.
Aaah Choo!

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.

Over to you, Janet! What will happen next?

Progressive Poem Schedule

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

NPM & Poetry Friday More Poems of Hope

We are well past the halfway mark of National Poetry Month. I’ve missed a few days this week, so in an effort to post a poem for every letter this month, I’m doubling up today with poems for O and P. They were both inspired by Buffy Silverman’s post about nocturnes and aubades. As Buffy points out in her post, “the forms do not have any prescribed meter or rhyme scheme.” Also like Buffy, I’m not sure these follow the guidelines exactly, but I enjoyed the process.

O is for Hope

Why?

Because…

As dawn’s glow
spills over 
the world’s brim,
a great horned owl,
well-sated after a
night spent hunting
mice and voles,
is ready to sleep,
hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooing
her good night
to the world.

Draft, © Catherine Flynn, 2023

P is for Hope

Why?

Because…

One warm afternoon in March,
a chorus of peeps bursts 
forth from a woodland pond. 

Peepers, waking from
their long winter nap,
flood the deepening 
shadows with their joyous song.

Their celebration continues
long into the night,
heralding the arrival of spring.

Draft, © Catherine Flynn, 2023

Please be sure to visit Karen Edmisten’s blog for the Poetry Friday Roundup.

Previous NPM Posts:

Day 1: H is for…
Day 2: A is for Hope
Day 3: B is for Hope
Day 4: C is for Hope
Day 5: D is for Hope
Day 6: E is for Hope
Day 7: F is for Hope
Day 8: G is for Hope
Day 9: Hope is
Day 10: I is for Hope
Day 11: J is for Hope
Day 12: Hope is…
Day 13: L is for Hope
Day 14: M is for Hope
Day 15: N is for Hope

NPM: N is for Hope

N is for Hope

Why?

Because…

Hidden in pine boughs,
mama bird weaves,
lacing and looping
layer upon layer of
grasses and twigs
into a wondrous, snug nest,

ready for her speckled eggs.

Draft, © Catherine Flynn, 2023

Previous NPM Posts:

Day 1: H is for…
Day 2: A is for Hope
Day 3: B is for Hope
Day 4: C is for Hope
Day 5: D is for Hope
Day 6: E is for Hope
Day 7: F is for Hope
Day 8: G is for Hope
Day 9: Hope is
Day 10: I is for Hope
Day 11: J is for Hope
Day 12: Hope is…
Day 13: L is for Hope
Day 14: M is for Hope