Birds need time to find a new bird feeder.
Say you put up your bird feeder on Sunday.
On Monday, two robins come bobbin’ along.
On Tuesday, these two bring a few friends.
By Wednesday, the whole flock’s partying.
So, too, words gather and poems come alive.
Poem title from chapter 25 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
Posting this in response to a post by Krissy at A Poet’s Vision. The poem is part of a collection I completed several years ago–one poem for each of the 60 chapter titles in Susan G. Wooldridge’s book poemcrazy. I couldn’t have come up with a title like this myself! Peace to your ♥!
It’s a mantra, it’s a chant
To be chanted when you can’t
Find the words you need to say:
Mojo, mojo, come my way!
Words you counted on, wiped clean.
Words you need to make a scene.
Do not panic—stop and say,
Mojo, mojo, don’t delay!
Words you lost can be replaced,
Changed somewhat from those erased.
Every time you need to say,
Mojo, mojo, make my day!
Poem title from chapter 32 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
Another Walt Whitman poem I wrote can be found here. I’ve read very little of Leaves of Grass but am inspired by Whitman nonetheless! Peace to your ♥!
Tribute to Walt Whitmanwho revised Leaves of Grass repeatedly until he died
Sculptors of marble chip and chip away.
Potters knead and shape their lumps of clay.
Poets create, through words alone,
What never cracks, is never set in stone.
Oh, to be a Whitman!
They digest Leaves of Grass.
Living day by daydreams…
these, too, shall pass.
Eating, dreaming, dying—
Poem title from chapter 58 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
Poems are lifelines
when you forget how to swim
in your skin
and are like a betta fish
treading water in a tank,
and when you want to forget
how it feels to live without lungs
gasping for air like a hooked trout
on a riverbank.
Poem title from chapter 24 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
This lump of clay on the wheel—
Under the thumb of the potter,
Will it become a vase? A cup?
An answer begins to take shape.
The wheel hums; the potter hums.
Ah…the pleasure of taking pains.
Poem title from chapter 59 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
“The pleasure of taking pains” is from John Ciardi’s How Does a Poem Mean? and perfectly captures how I feel about writing and revising poems. Peace to your ♥!
1952: Sidney Rosenthal’s Magic Marker appears
2003: Procter and Gamble’s Magic Eraser appears
1975: I scrawl my name
On the kitchen wall of shame
And try out a few
On the guinea pig, too.
Like magic, the markers disappear.
Poem title from chapter 31 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
Of the 60 poems I wrote for my poemcrazy project, this ranks as one of my favorites. Not a true story–I don’t recall ever writing on the wall, and we had hamsters instead of a guinea pig (the first named Tina, and the second named Tina 2, who turned out to be pregnant when we bought her, so we soon had about 7 or 8 baby hamsters we had to give away). Peace to your ♥!