Springtime Pastimes

Yesterday while browsing through a book of John Betjeman’s poems, I came across this poem about golf (“Seaside Golf”). Since I played my first round of the year on Monday and it was probably my best round yet, I decided to go with it, and I thought I’d round up a few poems about golf to share; however, I found that Leon S. White, PhD beat me to it. Here’s a review of his 2011 book, Golf Course of Rhymes, an anthology of golf poems by writers from England, Scotland and the US and a link to his blog, golfpoet where he shares his own golf inspired poetry.

So, let me share some poems instead that reference, if not actually are about, other spring pastimes:

Fishing on the Susquehanna in July” by Billy Collins

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth

What I Would LIke to Grow in My Garden” by Katherine Riegel

Inspiration Point” by Jennifer Jean

So begin today with a few poems and then get out there and enjoy spring! And as always, I’d love to hear from you. Which of these are your favorites? Or is there another you’d like to add to the collection?

PAD 16: A City Poem

I’ve fallen way behind on posting, and a little behind on writing, so this may continue into May… For April 16th, the prompt is to write a city poem.

Spring arrives as it normally does

With warm days and cool.

The flowers start to bloom,

But, not all make their appearance this year.

The bed is sparser;

Some of the bulbs seem 

To have been transplanted.

The bearded flowers, however,

Are faring the best,

Their hidden faces waving in the breeze;

The resulting garden is both

Uncanny and familiar.

As I head back into the city 

After most of a year at home,

I look around at

So many shuttered businesses;

The familiar sidewalks are

Sparsely populated, but 

The streets sport new structures

To bring dining to the streets.

The masked faces avoid eye contact

Even more, it seems, than before, they just

Rush along to their next stop before

Barricading themselves back 

Behind their doors. 

The city’s the same, yet

Oh so different.

Germinating Seeds

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This showed up on my Facebook feed today. Katherine Neville  is so right, and not just for teen writers.  I’ve been derelict in my duties as a blogger lately, I know.  I’ve started several posts,  but abandoned them before clicking “publish.” If they felt trite, banal to me, then how much more so would they seem to you, my readers. I didn’t want to waste your time. Yet,  instead, I fear I did something worse, I neglected you. I’ve kept at my painting and drawing which is always a long term project; crochet, my fall back, easy craft, has been slow going; and my writing has been stop and go.Instead, I’ve feed my brain with light fare-fan fiction, pulp fiction, and blog posts. Let me try to make it up to you.

We all know about the winter blues, and when our mood is affected, so is our creativity. Yet, despite the snow in the air this morning, spring is on its way in. I noted with joy that there was light in the sky both when I left for work this morning and when I came home again this evening. Daylight has been creeping up on us little by little, and today I noticed. Next weekend when Daylight Savings Time rolls around, I may find myself in the dark again on my evening commute, but not for long! I am a teacher, so naturally, summer is my favorite season, but spring also has its advantages, and I am feeling them this year. Even though the temperatures have dropped again, and the winds have been fierce, there is something different about a 30° day in March than in January. Even when March comes in like a lion, we know that soon enough she will lay down with the lambs. That knowledge sustains us till it happens and the bloom is once again on the rose.

What does this meditation on weather have to do with creativity? I believe we all go through seasons in our creative lives as well. Sometimes it seems like the soil is barren; there is nothing growing in our brains, that we have lost our inspiration, yet like the seeds of winter, there is germination quietly happening. So, keep observing; keep jotting down notes; keep starting blog posts. All of a sudden, the light will be there. All of a sudden, the crocuses will be blooming even though you didn’t notice the green shoots poking through the cold ground. Trust in your creative power; it will return to you many fold.

Now I promise to click “publish” this time!

PAD 30: Bury the (Blank)

Whoo-hoo! We’ve made it!! Today is Day 30 of the Poem-A-Day Challenge, and now I post my thirtieth poem. I’ve made up all from my “sick days,” and I finish with the final prompt of the challenge. Today’s prompt is to finish the phrase “Bury the (Blank).” Fill in the blank and make it your title. Go from there. Of course that phrase leads one to all sorts of introspection. Bury the Guilt, Bury the Pain, Bury the Hatchet all pop in one’s mind immediately, but I wanted something different. It took some time, but here it is.

Thank you all for joining me on my PAD Challenge journey. It was invigorating to write a poem a day. My creative juices are certainly flowing. I am already looking forward to next year’s challenge (though I certainly won’t wait that long for another blog post or another poem).

Bury the Remote

Turn off the TV;

Get off the couch;

Spring is sensational.

Walk the course;

Hike the hills;

Breath in the blossoms;

Soak up the sun.

The bear awakens from a

Winter slumber, and

Stretches his limbs before

Sauntering forth in

Search of food and friends.

He does not hit snooze,

Or sit on his couch watching

Reruns of Castle or of others

Playing the games that

We should be playing. So,

Bury the remote

Beneath the couch cushions.

Lace up the sneakers;

Leash up the pup;

Let spring awaken

The bear within.