Today I receive the poem-baton from Ramona at Pleasures from the Page, and with line 24, my small contribution of one syllable words, I pass this dish to Mark at Jackett Writes. You can see all line-contributors in my sidebar there to the left through the end of April. And you can read past Progressive Poems and see all contributors here at Irene's Progressive Poem Page.
2016 Progressive Poem
A squall of hawk wings stirs the sky.
A hummingbird holds and then hies.
If I could fly, I’d choose to be
Sailing through a forest of poet-trees.
A cast of crabs engraves the sand
Delighting a child’s outstretched hand.
If I could breathe under the sea,
I’d dive, I’d dip, I’d dance with glee.
A clump of crocuses crave the sun.
Kites soar while joyful dogs run.
I sing to spring, to budding green,
to all of life – seen and unseen.
Wee whispers drift from cloud to ear
and finally reach one divining seer
who looks up from her perch and beams —
West Wind is dreaming May, it seems.
Golden wings open and gleam
as I greet the prancing team.
Gliding aside with lyrical speed,
I’d ride Pegasus to Ganymede.
To a pied pocket, the zephyr returns
blowing soft words the seer discerns
from earthbound voyage to dreamy night,
The time is now. I give you flight!
And so I leave you in the air, on this, the first day of the last week of National Poetry Month 2016. Thank you, Irene, for hosting this party once more!
I will be back later with Wallow in Wonder 24...
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