THE WHOLE SPECTRUM, PLEASE
tulip petal
monarch wing
forsythia's shock
first leaves in spring
prairie sky
shadows on snow
thunderhead's tower
dogwood, crow
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Carol, at Carol's Corner, will join me again this year as often as possible.
Kimberley, at iWrite in Maine, is joining me this month.
Kay, at A Journey Through the Pages, is joining, too!
"Ode to Morning Mocha"
Steve, at inside the dog, is sharing his poems
in the comments at Poetrepository.
Heidi, at my juicy little universe, will join us when she can.
Linda, at TeacherDance, will join as often as she can.
Check the comments at A Year of Reading or Poetrepository for her poems.
Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind) is back this year,
leaving poetry trax in the comments.
Jone, at DeoWriter, is doing a "double L" challenge.
She and I are cross-poLLinating our challenges whenever possible.
Is it redundant to say that every single day you take my breath away with your gorgeous words! This is beautiful. The title (again)! The images, each one tiny and perfect. And then the way the words fit together and feel in my mouth. Absolutely lovely. I want to memorize this one and carry it in my heart.
ReplyDeleteI find myself in awe of what you do with so few words. I love what Carol said. Maybe we should just let Carol comment first on all of our poems and then write ditto underneath. :)
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ReplyDelete"Longing"
Living with
unfulfilled desire
is like stepping on
a shard of glass
at first it protrudes
and pains regularly
if you pick at it
try to remove it
with fingernails or tweezers
it hurts worse
soon you learn
you can avoid the pain
if you do not step
in certain ways
eventually
a callous grows
and you become accustomed
to the hard bump
on the bottom of your foot
every once in a while
you step wrong
and a stab of pain
shoots heart ward
but most of the time
the desire is just there
causing that constant throb
of endurable
discomfort
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015
An interesting way of using the word desire, Carol-I enjoyed this poem.
DeleteBeautiful! So few words to evoke such strong images of spring. I want them all! This morning I wrote Ode to Morning Mocha
ReplyDeleteI particularly like this one, Mary Lee. I love that crow is the last word-- it makes the end (bc of meter) unexpected and actually leaves the desire active. :)
ReplyDeleteWho needs haiku or other "minimalist" forms, when you can spin a corny rainbow poem into something both achingly terse and gorgeously rich? The joke is on us, folks--Mary Lee's poem is cunningly designed to fill us with sharp desire to write something so good.
ReplyDeleteHear hear! This is a stunner. It calls to mind another poem I love - Edna St. Vincent Millay's "Calling Out Rhyme." Just beautiful, ML. Thank you for this. xo
ReplyDeleteMary Lee, your poem and photo are a wonderful match and the language is as bright and visual as the image. Wonderful poem highlighting desire. My offering is at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2015/04/slicing-poem.html.
ReplyDeleteOh, the rhythm of this one is so rich and deep! And yes please--I'll take one of each!
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