Monday, April 30, 2018

Poetry Month: The Last Poem 30 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day.  


I wonder if poets
wrestle with the last poem
they place in a collection.

Do they struggle
to find the perfect
arrangement of words?

Do they lose sleep
trying to create rhythms
of sounds for readers?

Do they hope
to find the perfect end
to make readers sigh?

I wonder if poets realize
the last poem
is a new beginning.


© Cathy L. Mere, 2018




Sunday, April 29, 2018

Poetry Month: Sunday Mornings 29 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 


Sunday Mornings

Sunday mornings:

a cup of coffee,
a bit of creamer,
quiet contemplation,

early writing,
time for reading,
much relaxing,

a bit of breakfast,
a bite of toast,
brunch.

no racing,
no hurry,
no rushing,

quiet,
peaceful,
still,

Sunday mornings.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018

Saturday, April 28, 2018

Poetry Month: Perfect Start 28 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 



Friday, April 27, 2018

Poetry Month: Cherry Blossoms 27 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

Today I tried a nonet.  Glenda, at Evolving English Teacher, shared a nonet about tulips.  I thought I'd give it a try in writing about the cherry blossoms on our weeping cherry tree.  



Thursday, April 26, 2018

Poetry Month: Awakened 26 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 




Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Poetry Month: The Reason for Silence 25 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

often i choose
quiet
the weight of words
heavy
the necessity of finding the right one
essential
the nuances which complicate meaning
unending
no one word quite right
cacophonous
no set of words encompassing
significance
often i choose
quiet

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Poetry Month: The Truth 24 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

The truth
isn't painted by word artists
twisting
reaching
creating a story
from a small nugget.

The truth
isn't found by journalists
searching
molding
discovering a crumb
trying to make it dessert.

The truth
isn't heard from politicians
declaring
proclaiming
their version of a story
tainted by money.

The truth
in today's world is often
silenced
hidden
colored by glasses
we don't know we wear.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018

Monday, April 23, 2018

Poetry Month: A Day for Sunglasses 23 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 


The sun
warms the blacktop,
awakens the tulip,
radiates through windows,
reflects off glass,
shimmers on water,
shines its brilliant light,
a day for sunglasses.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018


Sunday, April 22, 2018

Poetry Month: No Longer 22 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

sitting across the booth
talking life,
grandpa looks up from his coffee,
"there will be a time
when you feel you no longer
fit into this world."

i thought the fast pace
of technology,
automation,
information,
would someday make me feel
far behind.

i thought it would be
the forward revolution,
evolution
of our planet,
which would become too quick,
would push me aside.

i never thought it would be
the backward turning of the clock.
the step back to inequality.
the lines drawn at borders.
the words divisive.
the lack of empathy.

i look at the calendar to check,
yes, 2018.
but the words on my computer,
the voices on my television,
the rumblings of the people,
seem of long ago.

have we learned nothing
in our time on this planet?
the shocking stories of history
still a part of our todays.
the earth spins around and around,
in counterclockwise motion.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018


Saturday, April 21, 2018

Poetry Month: Late Arrival 21 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

anticipating your stay,
i've been waiting.

watching out the window,
looking for you.

standing at the door,
hoping it won't be long.

staring down the road,
knowing it must be soon.

but you were nowhere,
i'd given up.

hanging my head,
i quit watching.

days passed.
weeks, months.

when i quit looking,
i found you.

there you were.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018




Friday, April 20, 2018

Poetry Month: It's Your Dream 20 of 30


For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

It's also Friday.  Today I'm joining the Poetry Friday community as they celebrate poetry.  Today Robyn Hood Black is hosting at Life on the Deckle Edge.  Stop by and join the celebration.  

Mary Lee is writing a golden shovel each day.  She has me a bit fascinated by the form.  Every once in awhile I decide to give it a try.  Today's golden shovel poem is written from a quote by Rick Warren.  


 try to remember
 not just the why but the how 
 of dreams that seem too far
the first step belongs to you
it may take everything you have
but your time will come

just a dream it is not 
just 
 start to figure out how 
 as the end is not so far
the first step belongs to you 
give it all you have 
your dream is too important not to
 find a way to make it go


Thursday, April 19, 2018

Poetry Month: Unwelcome Guest 19 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 



Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Poetry Month: Firmly Planted 18 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

Since reading Sakura's Cherry Blossoms, I've been in the mood to try a tanka.  I had forgotten what a challenge it was to write in this form.  I think I need some practice.  








Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Poetry Month: Earth-Sky 17 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

It's Tuesday and time for a little Slice of Life.  Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for hosting this community.  Join the conversation here

Earth-Sky

Sky reflects in the water
still sitting from days of rain:
the dark blue of sky,
the gray of approaching night,
subtle hints of orange
painted on nature's watery canvas.

The trees look at themselves
in nature's mirror,
wishing they were dressed
in leaves of green
instead of the brown
of winter unrelenting.

The clouds dance
seizing the opportunity
to own earth and sky.
A mallard swims peacefully
blending the lines
of sunset's masterpiece.

The crescent moon rises
wishing for its opportunity
to play in the water,
to waltz in its reflection,
to shine on land
while lighting up the dark night.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018






Monday, April 16, 2018

Poetry Month: Grapple with Graupel 16 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

Today's poem comes from a little conversation.

"It is April, right?" I moaned as I came into the building from outside.  "I don't even know what to call what it is doing outside.  It looks like little tiny snow pellets out there.  It isn't hail.  It isn't sleet.  It isn't snow." 

"Maybe it's brickle," my friend quipped. 

"Brickle?  What's that?" I asked.

"What it is doing outside," she chuckled.  "It's a bit like snow."

It was true.  What I had seen was a bit like snow, but it wasn't those giant beautiful flakes we've come to know.  However, it wasn't as hard as hail which seems to be much more like an ice ball.  

I had to find out what it was called.  Some back and forth with my friend this evening, and a bit of internet sleuthing, turned up graupel.  I think it describes today's precipitation perfectly.  (See below for some more fun snow info.)  

Grapple with Graupel
What do we say when
winter and spring
play tug of war and
we are left
at the mercy of
Mother Nature?

What do we call
the mix of precipitation
we experience
in the in-between?
Is it snow?
Is it ice?

When it isn't
snow or hail or ice or rain,
what do we call it?
What is the name for
a snowball falling
from the sky?

What is the name
of this small
fluffy ball of white;
bigger than a raindrop,
smaller than hail,
yet perfectly round?

What do we call
the in-between
of rain and snow?
I'll just pause
to let you
graupel with that.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018


A Few Interesting Links
How Is Sleet, Why Is Hail and WTF Is Graupel
Inuit Words for Snow (there's like a hundred!)
Merriam-Webster:  Graupel (with a word of the day recording)
Washington Post: There Really are 50 Eskimo Words for Snow 



Sunday, April 15, 2018

Poetry Month: Begin with a Step 15 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day.   

Today we're halfway there!!! 



the world will tell you 
 that you don't
have
what it takes to
do what needs to be done, that you don't see 
all that can get in the way of your dreams, the
challenge is to fight to keep the dream whole
 to not be afraid of the staircase
that seems so far from where you stand, the world is not just,
 but if you do whatever it might take 
you will find a way to make the 
 impossible, possible, but first 
 you begin with just one step

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Poetry Month: Spring Waltz 14 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 




daffodils dancing,
reaching for sunlight's bright hand.
wondrous spring waltz.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018

Friday, April 13, 2018

Poetry Month: Dear Black Pants, A Sonnet 13 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

It's also Friday.  Today I'm joining the Poetry Friday community as they celebrate poetry.  Today Robyn Hood Black is hosting at Life on the Deckle Edge.  Stop by and join the celebration.  

Today I decided to have a little fun.  Where would I be without black pants?  

Dear Black Pants

Each day into my closet I do reach,
For a pair of black pants ready to wear.
I do ignore the constant inner speech.
It's reprimand, I can no longer bear.

Black pants you do make my life a dream
With the great ease you bring to each new day.
You make each morning easy it does seem.
I love you more than blue or beige or gray.

With you black pants, any shirt I may choose.
Everything looks just fine with you, pants dear.
No matter my choice, I just cannot lose.
You make my early mornings free of fear.

But I must move past you, please do see.
Please know, dear pants, it isn't you, it's me.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018


Thursday, April 12, 2018

Poetry Month: No Poem 12 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 


Today
there
is
no
poem
waiting.

Just
silence.

I
look
to
the
stars.

Nothing.

I
listen
for
the
words.

No
sound.

I
wait
patiently
for
the
poem.

Nothing
comes.

I
reach
for
the
keys.

No
words.

Just
a
blank
page
staring.

Maybe
tomorrow.


©  Cathy L. Mere, 2018

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Poetry Month: My Crusader 11 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

This month, I've been following Mary Lee Hahn's challenge to write a golden shovel poem each day from a student selected quote.  I've been so fascinated by the process.  I've never tried to write a golden shovel poem, though I have started to see them here and there since Nikki Grimes published One Last Word.  Last night, I came home from the gym prepared to write a humorous golden shovel of my continuous battle with an exercise routine, but this is where it ended.  Today's golden shovel first attempt is inspired by a quote from Glenda, the Good Witch, from the Wizard of Oz.  It's a favorite.  Thanks, Mary Lee, for the push gentle nudge to try something new.  

it's not just you
who wonders always
how you missed the chances you've had, 
but you are not one to let the
 world have power
over you, instead, you say this is my
moment to make a difference, you hold dear
to what matters most to you 
though the world is not just.
you reach beyond chances you've had
to all that can be, to
find the way forward. you learn
along the way, and it
takes time - great time - for
change, but you always begin by taking the first step yourself.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Poetry Month: City Pond 10 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

It's Tuesday and time for a little Slice of Life.  Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for hosting this community.  Join the conversation here

Yesterday as I headed home for the day, I noticed the egret was back at the city pond.  I pulled over to take a closer look, only to realize there wasn't just one egret; instead, I counted ten egrets surrounding the small pond.  As I tried to get a picture without scaring them away, I took a look around the pond at the activity all around.  The blue heron, noticing my approach, glided from where he had been resting, to the other side of the pond.  I noted the cormorant had returned to the area with a few friends.  As always, the geese were everywhere.  How does this small pond support so much activity?



One pond hosts
the white egret
poised near the shore
positioned for a catch.

A gaggle of geese
floating on rippled water
passing the time
before evening.

In its shadows,
the blue heron
tall and majestic
stands, cautiously observing.

A gulp of cormorants
misplaced,
soars and rests,
soars and rests.

Though apartments and houses
surround it,
paradise is found,
in one city pond.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018

Monday, April 9, 2018

Poetry Month: Urban Paradise 9 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 


They say our ancestors
floated on ponds,
swam in rushing rivers,
nested near lakes.

Some friends
still miss that peace,
the quiet calm of waters deep,
resting in whispering grasslands.

Me, I'm happy here
in my blacktop ocean.
The warmth of the sun
radiating from asphalt fields.

No more foraging
the nearby farmlands
for golden grains
or berries plump and ripe.

I've found my paradise:
vast black landscapes,
the clamoring of crowds,
and the occasional scrap discarded.

I'll raise my family here
in the land of abundance
where opportunity surrounds
and tomorrow brings possibility.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018






Sunday, April 8, 2018

Poetry Month: Tomorrow's Treasure 8 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

This morning, I read an article Holly Meuller posted called, "Why You Should Surround Yourself With More Books Than You'll Ever Have Time To Read."  It reminded me of the post I wrote during the Slice of Life Challenge titled, "Books I Haven't Read."  I decided there surely had to be a poem here somewhere so I thought I'd give it a try.  Let's face it, we all have books we haven't read resting on our shelves and hiding on our eReaders.

Tomorrow's Treasure

Resting
on the shelf.
Peppered
between books
lucky enough
to have been
chosen.

Waiting
in the eReader.
Purchased
from recommendation,
in weakness.
Hoping to be
next.

Calling
to me
from its humble
space.
"Pick me."
"I'm your next
read."

Whispering
the answers
it holds,
the secrets
of characters,
the endless
possibility.

Tantalizing
treasure,
Priceless promise.
Purchased book, unread.
Anticipated.
Tomorrow's book
selected.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018




Saturday, April 7, 2018

Poetry Month: Snow Again 7 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 
















Checked my calendar, this early morn,
And April it did say.  
I looked outside once again.
There really was no way.

"Snow again," I cried aloud,
And shook my weary head.
White, it covered all the earth,
It should be green instead.

April showers, they do say,
As flowers start to pop.
Seems these days, snow's all we see.
It just won't even stop.

The calendar, it doesn't lie,
Yes, April is the date.
So, please, tell Mother Nature,
Spring's running much too late.

I can't imagine this can last,
It surely has to end.
Oh, Dear Spring, please take a stand.
Spring, if not now, then when?

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018

Friday, April 6, 2018

Poetry Month: The Beauty Between 6 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

It's also Friday.  Today I'm joining the Poetry Friday community as they celebrate poetry.  Today Amy Ludwig VanDerwater is hosting at the Poetry Farm.  Stop by and join the celebration.  

Obsessed with beginnings and endings,
we celebrate new houses,
newborn babies,
new job opportunities,
new discoveries.

We lament over endings:
the final page of a book,
the close of a day,
the conclusion of a vacation,
an end to life's journey.

We find ourselves with mixed emotions
at the line between an end
and a new beginning.
Graduation. Retirement.
Leaving one home to start anew in another.

Beginnings and endings matter,
but the sweet spot
is in the middle.
The middle is where
the magic is made.

It's not yes or no,
right or wrong,
left or right,
black or white,
but the gray in between.

Middles matter:
the center of an Oreo cookie,
the inside of a Reese's cup,
the coach's words at halftime,
the dash between.

The answers you seek,
The moments to keep,
The dreams you create,
The life you make,
Happen in the middle.  

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018


Thursday, April 5, 2018

Poetry Month: Evening Parade 5 of 30


For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 


Deer saunter
in open fields
stopping to drink
from temporary ponds
reflecting the orange sunset.
The trees
still too bare
to hide them,
as they meander,
step after step,
lingering,
in fields
at dusk.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018



Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Poetry Month: An eReader's Life 4 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day.  

You never know where the ideas are going to come from each day.  It was a stop by Carol's blog today that helped shape this poem.  If you haven't been to Carol's Corner, she's writing a poem each day about "a reader's life."  Yesterday she wrote a mask poem (thank you, Amy LV) about a book, "I am a Book".  It made me think of my eReader.  Where would I be without out it?  I decided I would try a mask poem as well....from the eReader's point of view.  


An eReader's Life
The books on the shelf
are jealous of me.

I go everywhere with her:
school,
coffee shops,
airport terminals.

I'm books amplifed:
fiction,
informational text,
self-improvement,
children's literature,
poetry,
even magazines.

I'm her virtual
on the go
personal library.
I don't take space
in a crowded room.
I don't need to be weeded.
Though I do
feel better organized.

I fit nicely
in any piece of luggage,
her bookbag,
her purse.
She pulls me out
to share with friends.

I can be read in the daylight
or enjoyed at night.
She can highlight my pages,
or note thoughts as she goes.
She can discover new words
in the touch of her finger.

Nothing stops me,
            until
                 my
                    power
                          fades.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018



Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Poetry Month: The Heavenly 70s 3 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day.  

Today is also the first Tuesday since the March Slice of Life Challenge.  It seems only fitting that I try a "story poem" today.  Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for hosting this community.  Join the conversation here.  

There's always so much to learn during April's poetry celebrations.  If you haven't stopped by The Poem Farm to see what Amy is up to this year, you really need to click over for a visit.  This year, Amy is writing about one subject using a different technique each day.  On day one she shared a list poem and on day two a story poem.

For Easter, I decided I wanted to make my Grandma's fruit salad.  I called my mom for the details on the recipe.  When I placed the fruit salad on the table my daughter commented, "That salad is retro 70's."  That made me laugh....I guess I'm a little retro myself.  I thought this would make a great poem.  At first, I thought it was surely a list poem....then I thought maybe it was a story poem.  Today I'm going to try it both ways.

Retro 70s
a list poem

What's retro 70s?
Grandma's heavenly fruit salad
and so much more:

late night hide and seek,
neighborhood kickball,
teeter-totters.

Saturday morning cartoons,
phones with cords,
8 track tapes.

Easy Bake Ovens,
Chrissy dolls,
Atari.

No seat belts,
bike helmets,
or sunblock.

Retro 70s.
Was there a better time
to be a kid?

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018


Grandma's Fruit Salad
              story poem 

I watch Grandma work.
She drains mandarin oranges
and a can of pineapples.
She grabs a glass,
pours the juice in for me.

Reaching into the cupboard,
she adds
miniature marshmallows
of many colors.
She gives me a handful.

Mixing her sauce,
she stirs it all around.
The oranges, pineapples, marshmallows
blend together.
She passes a spoonful to me.

Standing beside her
in her kitchen
full of love,
I take a bite and smile.
It's perfect.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018





Monday, April 2, 2018

Poetry Month: Morning Surprise 2 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day.  

Today...snow found me.  Again!!!!  I probably should have called this poem MOURNING Surprise because all of this snow has me crying.  


Morning Suprise
Yesterday the grass was green.
Today I woke to white.
The moon's light reflected snow.
It was a dreadful sight.

In January, I do love the flakes
as they flutter from the sky.
In April, when I see them fall,
I think I might just cry.

The snow rests on the branches.
It covers all the ground.
Flowers should be what I see
each time I look around.

Instead the white surrounds me,
the temperatures are cold.
They say that spring is coming,
but I'm doubting what I'm told.

It's time for birds and tulips;
much warmer weather too.
I can't believe it's not yet spring.
Yes, Snow, I'm over you.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Poetry Month: Poetry is Coming 1 of 30


For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day.  Here we go....


Poetry is Coming
Shhhh!
I hear poetry
tiptoeing
on light feet,
hiding 
around the corner.

Shhhh!
I hear poetry
whispering
in the spring wind,
rustling
through treetops.  

Shhhh!
I hear poetry
playing
by the creek,
wading
on the water's edge.  

Shhhh! 
I hear poetry
waiting
to surprise us,
waiting
to be heard.  

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018 

Poetry Month: Poems Do Not Come Easily 22 of 30

It's here!  It's National Poetry Month!  I'll hoping to write a poem every day this month.  I've decided to keep it simple t...