Hope National Poetry Month has started well for everyone. I’m recapitulating yesterday’s prompt from the Write Better Poetry blog by Robert Lee Brewer.
For today’s prompt, write an active poem. That could be a poem comprised of active (vs passive) verbs. But it could also be about exercising, playing a sport, or keeping your mind active. Any activity would do, I suppose, even watching the paint dry.
Feel free to post the poem you wrote to this prompt in the comments below. You can also post a link to your blog, if you’ve taken up the poem-a-day challenge. Here’s the first stanza of my poem:
The trees are active tonight—
I can hear them outside my window
shuffling in the early spring breeze
like college kids primping for a party.
Living Poetry 
Where should I be posting my poems?
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Posted by Dennis Gray | April 6, 2021, 4:43 PMRight here in the comments to this post. Thanks for sharing.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | April 6, 2021, 5:15 PMI awoke to an avian orchestra permeating the air
rolled to the open window and the scent of earlier rain
the rising morning mist gave form to the streaming sun
as dark limbs darted up through springs earliest foliage
mossed fallen trees reflecting the brightness of the green
as I breathe in a new day’s promise to awaken life
in me
Dennis Gray 4/6/2021
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Posted by Dennis Gray | April 6, 2021, 3:37 PMLovely portrait of a spring morning. Well done!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | April 6, 2021, 5:11 PMI better get writing
Bart’s winning
this game of poeming.
Oh wait I keep forgetting
We’re not competing
There is no losing
Back to bed!
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Posted by JeanMarie | April 5, 2021, 4:25 PMHa! You know poetry is not competitive but poets are. Game on!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | April 5, 2021, 7:34 PMDriveway Dancers
I was to write about tulips and crocuses
popping up haphazardly about
and how they remind me of tiny dancers
preparing for their coming out
pastel pinks and blues, buttons and bows
elbows and knees, hips and toes
with big eyes and wide smiles
as fingertips touch above their heads
all the little tulips in yellows and reds
but the morning sun drew me to step outside
to find blacktop artist had struck me again
leaving dancing princesses topped with a crown
and wind-blown tree shadows scattered around
my own pretty ballerinas I want so to see
left driveway dancers chalked dancing for me
Dennis Gray 4/5/2021
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Posted by Dennis Gray | April 5, 2021, 12:54 PMVery nice juxtaposition. I like the description of the new flowers. Well done. Thanks for sharing!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | April 5, 2021, 7:33 PM