Poetry Month Legacy

It has been a busy week. I have had Zoom meetings or classes that averaged two hours every day for eight days straight. That was quite the marathon! Is it just me or do video meetings take a lot of energy? Or perhaps, I am just out of practice with that much interaction with someone other than my husband?! Meanwhile, work on the Geopark Poetry Map is hotting up, too. Check out this blog on Thursday, 29th April for a special geoheritage poem to celebrate Poetry Day Ireland. This year’s theme for Poetry Day Ireland is “New Directions: Maps and Journeys.” Very appropriate as we await submissions for the Geopark Poetry Map

Spring is exerting its force here in West Cavan. My husband is an ardent gardener and has been planting bulbs around our acre and in pots and containers and down along the lane over the years. With the mandate to take outdoor exercise we have more walkers down our (generally) quiet lane. When we were in the local Spar on a Monday for the weekly supermarket grocery swoop, his flowers were complimented. This may spur him on to more bulb planting this autumn.

The Weekly poem grew out of an exercise with my Saturday Poets. Poems and gardens…what better legacy to leave to posterity.

For Tony

They walk past the garden admiring
the croci, then daffodils, then
tulips lining our lane where walkers
take their mandated exercise.
Bulbs keep giving, multiplying
year on year. They shall outlast us
more than likely.And long after we
are in the ground they shall cheer up
the walkers and drive bys with trumpets
blaring gold. Cups of pink and red,
purple, white and orange will open
each Spring for someone to admire
their riot of colour. Planted out
just for some future strangers' pleasure.

See you on Thursday for the whole hoopla of Poetry Day Ireland!

Featured image Photo by Yoksel 🌿 Zok on Unsplash

13 thoughts on “Poetry Month Legacy

  1. Wonderful poem Barbera and so true I often find groves of planted wild flowers around the ruins of old houses.. It’s a final testament to something that remains a last flicker of hope of a love that dwelt in that place .. Never fails to inspire me..

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  2. I loved it Bee as the seasons and the surprises from the earth never cease to inspire me. Thinking hard on the Geopark poems. I created a page on my new Word Press website that is waiting for it
    Maggie Logan

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      1. Hi, Bee sorry
        Trying to chat with you
        I’m interested in knowing what you describe your own poetry to be… I mean what form
        Would it be Free Verse or some other?

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      2. It varies. I do haiku and senryu, which is a strict form. I also have been experimenting with sonnets. But I probably have done mostly free verse that is syllabic to create a sense of rhythm. Does that answer your question? I sometimes think like Louis B Sullivan. ..the form follows the function of your poem.


      3. Yes. I’m so stuck on rhyme. I subscribe to The Sting Fly and have noticed that (what I think is free verse)the poetry there is new to me. I remembered that your poetry was similar. I am thinking I’d like to experiment with it. Thanks for you quick response!

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      4. Experimentation is the heart and soul of poetry making. End rhyme can get a bit samey…but you can use it in all kinds of slant ways…in the middle of the line…using the vowel sounds in the first syllable…all kinds of ways.

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  3. During my father’s last autumn, when he knew he wouldn’t be there to see spring, he and my sister planted hundreds of bulbs. My mom still enjoys them, nearly two decades later. Gardeners’ gifts outlast them!

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  4. Strangely after reading this I took a walk in the woods and realised.that indeed nature the turning of the seasons is all we truly have left.. Covid has robbed us of so much, we are divided physically but also in opinion house against house brother against brother . It would be hard to get two people ( let alone the government) to agree on what exactly is happening.. We are alienated in so many ways only the wild things accept us as it ever did ..

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  5. Yes it is a prison without bars a hidden force field that makes us distant . It has become the new “unmentionable” . Even the resignation of Arlene the first minister I believe was in part as a result of the pandemic.. There isn’t an easy way to impose another lockdown or enforce bewildering rules without becoming the scapegoat for all that is wrong .. But this two will pass we will be older and wiser and more grateful than before …

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