Imagine the Possibilities

Today is not only Poetry Friday, but it’s also the last day of March. I’ve been trying to write short poems, mostly haiku, as part of my daily writing routine. It’s been fun finding places where a poem is hiding, waiting to be written. Sometimes it’s just everyday things, like cooking or something new I experience, but often I turn to nature where poems are easy to find. I’m closing out the month with three haiku inspired by the natural world.

Greeting (from 3/6)
early morning
full moon glows through bare-branched trees
late winter wonder
Draft, 2023RoseCappelli

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Saving Daylight (from 3/12)
sun paints the sky pink
moon lingers for one last look
time springs forward
Draft, 2023RoseCappelli

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Hello Hellebores (from 3/9)
with dead leaves stripped away
hellebores lift their faces
celebrating spring
Draft, 2023RoseCappelli

Mary Lee has the round up today at A(nother) Year of Reading. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness. I’m hoping to find inspiration for an April poetry project!

The Poetry Friday Roundup for March 24 is here! I’m happy to be hosting today and also celebrating the start of spring. For me, spring doesn’t officially start until I revisit one of my favorite E.E.Cummings poems:

[in Just-]
by E.E.Cummings

in Just-
spring          when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles          far          and wee…

You can read the rest here.

Here in eastern Pennsylvania it doesn’t really look like spring yet, but there are a few signs. In my yard and gardens I noticed activity at the nesting boxes, a few emerging peony shoots, and some early spring flowers – forsythia, daffodils, crocuses, hellebores. This morning I woke to a much needed gentle rain that inspired a poem. I’m also offering one about a hummingbird sculpture that stands in my side garden all year long. Even in the winter, she always reminds me that spring is on the way.

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Happy Poetry Friday!

One of my least favorite household chores is shopping for groceries. During the pandemic it was grueling, and that was the only time my husband went with me (once or twice). Still, I persevere, because well, we need groceries, and because every once in awhile something surprising happens. I might run into a friend I haven’t seen in a long time, find a new food that looks interesting or, like what happened last week, overhear bits of conversation that inspire a fun poem.

Grocery Store Community

I shop alone.
I peruse the aisles,
plan meals,
ponder purchases
as quickly as I can.

Sometimes
bits of conversation
invade my reverie.
Excuse me.
This one’s the best. (I make a mental note)
Did you get the cheese?
Or

Peter…Peter…
Lila?
Brendan!
Children (or maybe spouses)
who strayed too far.
I look around,
help in the search,
realize

I never shop alone.
Draft, 2023RoseCappelli

And speaking of community, I’m thankful for this community of poets from whom I learn so much. Laura has the roundup today at Small Reads for Brighter Days. Be sure to stop by to hear about her April poetry project (you might want to join in!) and lots more poetry goodness.

Happy Poetry Friday!

This week I attended the Philadelphia Flower Show billed as the nation’s largest and longest-running horticultural event. It’s always a treat in March, when cold winds are blowing, to step into Spring at the Flower Show. An added bonus this year was a butterfly exhibit. One of my favorite displays were the miniature gardens which reminded me of diaramas I used to make for school projects. Of course I was drawn to the literature-themed display of a scene from Alice in Wonderland.

At the Flower Show

i
butterflies alight
sip nectar from cotton swabs
winged wonders

ii
blooms of red yellow blue
pop,
punctuate the air
with sweet smells
transforming the gray city,
the somber city,
into a kaleidoscope of color.

iii
Please come to tea
with Alice and me
under a wide willow tree.
We’ll dine on sweet scones
till it’s time to head home,
tucking our dreams into hope.
Draft, 2023Rose Cappelli

Heidi has the roundup today at my juicy little universe. Be sure to head over there for lots of poetry goodness.