Laura Shovan is a poet who shares the love. For her birthday month, February, she commits to writing poems every day and shares the experience with anyone who dares to jump in to the party. Read her introduction to the project here.
I have joined in her project every year and find the experience challenging, inspiring, and enriching. I don’t know if I get better at writing poems, but I know for sure that this is a welcoming and passionate-about-poetry group. I am honored to host today.
In preparation for this month of writing, Laura called for images of found objects. I sent her this image of lotus seed pods I picked up out of the swamp on a winter canoe trip. They sit in a pottery piece that is also reminiscent of nature.
Diane Mayr was considering skipping today. And that very thought made her write a skippy poem. You never know where the muse may hide. I love the rhythm of the flower names and of course, the final truth.
Mama Planted a Garden
(a skipping rhyme)Mama planted a garden,
but it came up weeds.
Oh, my silly Mama!
You planted the wrong seeds.No, my little Missy,
they were the right ones.
A flower to a father
may be a weed to the son!Buttercup, aster, and bergamot.
Maiden pink, dandelion, forget-me-not.Columbine, bunchberry, periwinkle.
Violet, lady slipper, honeysuckle.Always remember this,
my little daughter:
one person’s weed
is another one’s flower!
–Diane Mayr
Patricia VanAmburg did some research on lotus pods and found out there is a disease, Trypophobia—fear of holes. So she wrote a rather empty poem about that feeling of empty nest, one I know all too well.
Empty
Of what use this pod
Without her seeds
Temporary filler for
More fruitful flowers
But every life
Returns to earth
Fragile as the cradle
In an attic corner
Brittle as mother’s ribs
After every baby has gone
–Patricia VanAmburg
Jessica Bigi sent an image of a lotus flower while she takes us back to ancient rituals.
Carol Varsalona is cross-posting her poems on her blog. I love how she is digitally playing with the image as well. I imagine sitting with Carol enjoying a warm cup of coffee and the quiet.
As I sit by the window,
the morning sun
drifts on in,
singing the praises
of yet another day.
A zen-like quality emerges.
Rays bouncing from
winter white blankets
bring outdoors in.
A hushed quiet
envelops the room.
In a corner,
upon a mat of bamboo,
cut-open pods of grace
in triad formation
adorn a desk
of muted colors.
Indoor life merges
with outdoor sights
in a seasonal burst,
reminding me that
new life is waiting
in an early spring.©Carol Varsalona, 2016
Violet also did her research on Trypophobia and wrote an erasure poem from an article on Mental Floss. Who knew? I certainly did not. Thanks for the learning as well as the poetry.
Trypophobia
skin crawls, heart flutters
shoulders tighten, I shiver
crazy revulsion to holes, bumps
images of holes, parasites
bot flies, worms, ravages of disease
pregnant suriname toad
lotus seed head
give people trypophobic
heebie jeebies
soap bubbles trigger
nightmares~ Violet Nesdoly
Heidi Mordhorst digs into the earth to consider how an anthropologist looks at things.
Day 10
anthropologyonce thought to be
an elaborately carved musical
instrument used
only on the wedding day
of a woman born under
the eleventh moonit is now understood to be
a deliberately culled muscular
implement used
only on the winding way
of a man burned under
the oppressive sooncontext is everything
Here’s another from Heidi. This one is a child’s wonderment at the things of this world.
Making Sense
First it’s something to see–
almost black among the greens and yellows,
scalloped around the edges like
crayon clouds or flowers,
clouds full of black hailstones–
or it’s a leopard-skin jellyfish.Next it’s something to hold–
not weighty like a microphone
or a metal shower head,
but light and hollow, not plastic
and not wood, part smooth
and part ridged and rumpled.Now it’s something to hear–
take it by the curving handle oh!
is that a stem? and shake, shake
shake–those blackish beads or
beans or oh! they’re seeds!
they make a marvelous rattling!~Heidi Mordhorst 2016
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Donna Smith makes a simple poem reveal a truth of nature. Love the alliteration, one of my favorite literary devices. I think Donna is a little bit chilly in Maine, so she has thoughts of overcoats.
PODS
Purposefully plopping pondward
Out of open overcoat
Drooping, dropping down
Swamped seeds settle, silently sprout.©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved
And Mary Lee chimes in with this little ditty. She is a master at metaphor.
Day 10
when your plate is full —
seed ideas lined up in rows —
give thanks for fulsome seasons–Mary Lee Hahn
Linda Baie finds the music in the lotus pod, the sound that remains after the blooming is done. Is this a metaphor for life?
A Lotus Life
I remember that delicate blossom;
You burst with all life’s colors,
and the minutes moved,
the days passed.
More beyond the hues emerged.
You nourished;
we were thankful.
You gave all you were able.
At the end, the music remained,
only the music displayed.
It was enough.
Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved
To write my own poem, I turned to form and tried out a Bio-poem. Laura Purdie Salas used this form with 3rd graders this week. See her post here.
Lotus
mystical, pure, beauty, enlightened
Daughter of Bodhi
Lover of muddy water, sun, and spring
Who feels spiritual, open to the light
Who gives wisdom, joy, and peace
Who fears storms, drowning, neglect
Who would like to see the ocean (Is it as blue as me?),
tomorrow (My life is fleeting.),
and world peace (Doesn’t everyone wish for world peace?)
Who lives in Atchafalaya Swamp
Who knows noble truths
Lily of the Mud.
–Margaret Simon
And here is Laura with another of my favorite forms, a Fib poem. Read more about Fib poems here.
Lotus Pod Fibonacci
By Laura ShovanThree
brown
pods shake
rattle, roll.
Seeds fly. We stomp them
into the ground, part of the dance.
Molly Hogan was flying under the radar with her first attempt at haiku. This challenge is pushing us all to find what form fits best.
Day 10 –My first attempt at haiku.
Autumn maracas
Invite you to merengue
Shake a leg, baby!
–Molly Hogan
Catherine Flynn found the lyrics to the life cycle of a lotus at the New York Botanical Garden.
Buffy Silverman offers another haiku, which is the ultimate nature poetic form. Hard to capture a moment in few syllables.
dried lotus pods
shriveled and moored in mud
cradle tomorrow
–Buffy Silverman
What’s a poetry parade without Charles Waters? He bounced in with this sunshine.
LOTUS FLOWER (HEY BUDS)
Fuchsia covered buds
stretch out in praise of morning
revealing their sun-shined heart.(c) Charles Waters 2016
lotus pods
seed mysteries
three days
of flowering
rebirth
an open heart
© 2016 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved
If you have a poem for today’s found object, put it in the comments and I will add it to the post. Thanks again for joining us and for reading all the way through to the end. Mardi Gras ended yesterday, but this is a joyful parade of poems to keep you passin’ a good time!
Fabulous poems today, everyone. We have mythology, phobias, playful dances and skipping, all from a flower’s seed pod. Margaret, I especially enjoyed your Lily of the Mud poem today.
Wonderful poems today every one 🙂
Okay, Margaret. I did my quick research, and now I have edited slightly my poem to reflect the lotus blossoms habitat…
PODS
Purposefully plopping pondward
Out of open overcoat
Drooping, dropping down
Swamped seeds settle, silently sprout.
©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved
dried lotus pods
shriveled and moored in mud
cradle tomorrow
These are all wonderful! I was lucky enough to see an exhibit of water lilies and lotuses at the New York Botanical Garden several years ago, and the images of those gorgeous blooms popped into my head as soon as I saw this photo. Tuesday, by David Weisner also came to mind immediately. Here is the result:
Pearls and rubies bloom
on shimmering platters of jade.
Silky petals fall away,
scatter across the surface
of the pond
leaving behind
a spaceship,
woody and brown,
its scalloped edges
cradling
a seed in each berth.
Sleeping lilies,
wait for the kiss
of the spring sun
to wake them.
Carol & Jessica have inspired me to try to embed this on a photo from my visit to the NYBG. Can I email it to you, Margaret?
I love this poem. Yes email me the image and I’ll add it.
Lovely, lovely, lovely! Thank you for hosting, today, Margaret!
Wonderful to see the reflections about those Lotuses. I found they have quite an important history in the east. Thanks for adding some extra links, Margaret.
What a great post, Margaret! Thank you – and Laura Shovan.
Margaret, you are to be commended on how you narrated the post the today to keep the interest up as we readers moved from each exciting and varied poem to the next. It is amazing to read the range of ideas and the craft that each writer uses to convey meaning. Thank you for your narrative flow and showcasing the poems so well.
I like seeing how certain words show up in several poems, with different shades and twists. Thanks so much for rounding up the responses, Margaret–a very nice bedtime read!
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LOVE your biopoem, Margaret! Especially that final line. I like the voice you have in there–mystical, but with a sly little humor, too. Brava!
Finally got mine up. I love the time lapse. https://deowriter.wordpress.com/2016/02/14/found-objects-poetry-challenge-days-10-11/
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