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

NPM: M is for Hope

On to the letter M… I planned on writing about moss today, and had been reading Robin Wall Kimmerer‘s first book, Gathering Moss, for inspiration. After reading Jone’s post about found poems yesterday, I decided to let Kimmerer’s lyrical and poetic words speak for themselves. Here is a found poem from Kimmerer’s essay, Ancient Green.

M is for Hope

Why?

Because…

Ancient green
mosses remember,
turn time into life.

Mosses bask
In a solar powered home
fill the boundary layer
with their velvety greenness…

Healers of land,
teachers of how we might live.

Thank you, Robin Wall Kimmerer, for sharing your wise, beautiful soul with us.

IvoShandor, 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

NPM & Poetry Friday: L is for Hope

Happy Friday, everyone! It doesn’t seem possible that we’re halfway through National Poetry Month already! Naomi Shihab Nye tells us that “poems hide.” I think that hope can be hidden, too. We just have to learn how to see it.

Today I’m sharing a slightly altered version of a poem that was recently published in The Birmingham Arts Journal. Thank you, Irene Latham, for encouraging me to submit my poems to BAJ! Although it was written long before I thought of this project, hope is woven into every line.

L is for Hope

Why?

Because…

a decaying leaf
stripped of its
lamina, transformed
into a transparent
filigree of fibers
is tucked into
a house finch’s nest
cushioning speckled
eggs, tiny as  thimbles.

Drained of chlorophyll,
brown as the dirt
it will soon become, the leaf 
tumbles on a gust of wind
to the ground
where earthworms
will burrow and nibble
away at the remnants
of once sturdy xylem,
casting its remains 
aside.

Decomposed into soil,
it waits, silent and still,
for heart roots to
absorb its nutrients,
sustaining a stand of beeches,
powering hungry new leaves.

© Catherine Flynn, 2023

Please be sure to visit Jone Rush MacCulloch at her 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…

NPM: Hope is…Katydids

Hope is…

the promise of katydids:

spending long summer days
disguised as emerald green leaves;

spending long summer nights
strumming their love song.

Draft © Catherine Flynn, 2023

Bernard DUPONT from FRANCE, CC BY-SA 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0, 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

NPM: J is for Hope

J is for Hope

Why?

Because…

All winter long
a chittering of juncos 
forage for seeds
under a maple tree,
hopping on short, slender legs,
their pink beaks pecking
in snow or leaf litter.
Tilting heads from side to side,
bright black eyes
always alert
for hawk’s shadow,
ready to flutter for cover
in an instant
melting into a
gray and white world.

Draft, © Catherine Flynn, 2023

I was traveling yesterday and honestly had hit a wall with these poems. I turned to Valerie Worth’s Small Poems for inspiration and found it in “Dog.”

Ryan Hodnett, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0, 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

NPM: Hope is…Indigo Buntings

Hope is…

an indigo bunting,

small splash 
of summer sky,

alighting in the
laurel bush on a cloudy
April morning

Draft © Catherine Flynn, 2023

I think the “Hope is…” beginning works better for this poem. Although I used the cherita form (thank you for the inspiration, Mary Lee!) this isn’t exactly a story. But poets are always breaking rules!

Dawn Scranton from Cornwall, Ontario, Canada, CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0, 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

NPM: Hope is…

Today’s letter is H, and because H is for hope and also for hawk, I’m going to mix things up a bit. Today I’m using Natalie Babbitt’s “Delicious is…” format, defining hope using an acrostic about my neighborhood hawk.

Hope is…

Hawk, sitting still as a statue
Atop an old snag
Waiting, watching, her
Keen eyes peeled for her next meal.

Draft © Catherine Flynn, 2023

(I had decided to write this as an acrostic before reading Anastasia Suen’s clever tutorial, but was glad to be reminded of the importance of story.)

Photo by Carlos Veras on Unsplash

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