The 2014 Progressive Poem is the creation of poet Irene Latham.
I have been anxiously awaiting this day when the Progressive poem would head my way. As I watched the poem progress, I worried about the meter and rhyme. This poem had form and sometimes form can be intimidating. But this group of poets are anything but intimidating. I started participating in the kidlit Poetry Friday group over a year ago and have felt warmth, welcome, and encouragement. Pardon me while I get preachy. A collaborative project is not about you, the individual. It is about the product of the whole. It’s about being present and showing up when it’s your turn. Like being one voice in a chorus, you must blend in and fade out. I took this call seriously, so my line is not a punchline. It is not a Wow line. But I feel it belongs in this poem with this group of words. Carry on, Irene. I pass the baton on to the master, the creator, our leader, and our friend, Irene Latham at Live your Poem.
Sitting on a rock, airing out my feelings to the universe
Acting like a peacock, only making matters that much worse;Should I trumpet like an elephant emoting to the moon,
Or just ignore the warnings written in the rune?Those stars can’t seal my future; it’s not inscribed in stone.
The possibilities are endless! Who could have known?Gathering courage, spiral like an eagle after prey
Then gird my wings for whirlwind gales in realms far, far away.But, hold it! Let’s get practical! What’s needed before I go?
Time to be tactical— I’ll ask my friends what I should stow.And in one breath, a honeyed word whispered low— dreams —
Whose voice? I turned to see. I was shocked. Irene’s“Each voyage starts with tattered maps; your dreams dance on this page.
Determine these dreams—then breathe them! Engage your inner sage.”The merry hen said, “Take my sapphire eggs to charm your host.”
I tuck them close – still warm – then take my first step toward the coast.This journey will not make me rich, and yet I long to be
Reflections on the Teche 