Thursday, March 24, 2016
DMC: "Somewhere Between Night and Day" by Alayne Kay Christian
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN NIGHT AND DAY
As the morning light steals the night
A new day is on the horizon
I am drawn to the eastern sky
In complete silence
The bright morning star calls to me
I am one with the Universe
Of this I am never more certain than
Somewhere between night and day
© 2016 Alayne Kay Christian. All rights reserved.
Amy Ludwig VanDerwater has challenged us to write poems about small things— animals or objects you see everyday and don't give much thought. Click HERE for more details.
Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration TOMORROW, Friday, March 25th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her delightful nonfiction picture book:
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
DMC: "Bird Notes" by Rosi Hollinbeck
BIRD NOTES
Black birds settle on telephone wires
like notes on a musical stave.
They shift and flutter and what transpires
is a magical bird conclave.
My fingers dance on ivory keys
playing music bird by bird.
As they stir, I play new melodies
as sweet as I’ve ever heard.
© 2016 Rosi Hollinbeck. All rights reserved.
Amy Ludwig VanDerwater has challenged us to write poems about small things— animals or objects you see everyday and don't give much thought. Click HERE for more details.
Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, March 25th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her delightful nonfiction picture book:
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
DMC: "Sparrow" by Elizabeth Steinglass
SPARROW
small, brown bird
no cap, no crest
no scarlet streak
across his breast
small, brown bird
ho-humly dressed,
but always near,
so loved the best
© 2016 Elizabeth Steinglass. All rights reserved.
Amy Ludwig VanDerwater has challenged us to write poems about small things— animals or objects you see everyday and don't give much thought. Click HERE for more details.
Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, March 25th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her delightful nonfiction picture book:
Monday, March 21, 2016
DMC: "Lichen" by Susannah Buhrman-Deever
LICHEN
Somber blossoms,
patiently,
inexorably,
return stone
to earth
© 2016 Susannah Buhrman-Deever. All rights reserved.
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| Photo by David |
Amy Ludwig VanDerwater has challenged us to write poems about small things— animals or objects you see everyday and don't give much thought. Click HERE for more details.
Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, March 25th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her delightful nonfiction picture book:
Thursday, March 17, 2016
DMC: "Love Song" by Michelle H. Barnes
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| Photo: Yamanaka Tamaki |
The first time I discovered one of these I was pretty freaked out.
I was told it was a locust shell, but now I find out that's not true. Locusts look more like grasshoppers. This is a cicada exoskeleton. (You can watch a time lapse video of the molting process here.)
It also happens to be the inspiration for my contribution to Amy Ludwig VanDerwater's DMC challenge this month. Amy asked us to write poems about small things— animals or objects you see everyday and don't give much thought.
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| Photo by Leslie |
I've always liked cicada song. It's the unforgettable soundtrack of summer. But I've never really given cicadas themselves much thought. Taking the time to do some research, I learned a few interesting tidbits.
Did you know...
- There are about 3000 known species of cicada. Some appear every year, but "periodical cicadas" show up en masse only every 13 or 17 years. A group of cicadas is called a cloud or plague.
- The "hum" of the cicada is made by vibrating tymbals on the male's abdomen. Some species can be heard up to a mile away.
- Cicadas can have red, white, gray, blue, yellow, or even marbled or multi-colored eyes!
- If you're using power tools or lawn equipment, cicadas may mistake the tool's "song" for their own and land on you.
- Wild animals, domestic pets, and people all eat cicadas. Good thing there are enough of them to go around. (And feel free to have my share.)
In my poem I explore their romantic, rather than their anatomical or culinary, characteristics.
LOVE SONG
In the sizzle of summer
a cicada emerges
from seventeen years
underground.
Patience worn thin,
he unzips his skin
wriggles and stretches
and clickity buzzes
to capture the heart
of a pretty young thing
gossiping in the treetops.
Patience worn thin,
the seduction begins
chit-chit-chIT-chIT-CHIT-CHIT-CHIT
he sets the summer on fire.
© 2016 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
Send your poem about a small thing to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration next Friday, March 25th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of Amy's delightful nonfiction picture book:
It's been a busy week for small poems! Other poems featured this week were by Damon Dean, Kathy Mazurowski, Michelle Kogan, Maria Marshall, Catherine Flynn, Margaret Simon, and Carol Varsalona. Cbhanek is featuring her small poem today.
Cicadas not your thing? There's something for everyone at the Poetry Friday roundup. Robyn Hood Black is our host today at Life on the Deckle Edge.
DMC: "Measuring Time" by Maria Marshall
MEASURING TIME
Pulled apart, we each drift and shift down
through the opening back to the ground.
Slowly slipping, counting out eternity,
we gather together in uniformity.
Individuals, separately small,
together we have the wherewithal,
to delineate time, measure your moments,
count down your life, or increase your focus.
We don't need any gears, springs, or hands,
we stand ready, awaiting your command,
to always and accurately amass —
We are the sands in the hourglass.
© 2016 Maria Marshall. All rights reserved.
Amy Ludwig VanDerwater has challenged us to write poems about small things— animals or objects you see everyday and don't give much thought. Click HERE for more details.
Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, March 25th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her delightful nonfiction picture book:
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
DMC: "Unpretentious Pencil" – poem and sketch by Michelle Kogan
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| © 2016 Michelle Kogan |
Pencils peering out
waiting patiently for
their purpose, or a
person’s poppycock to
not so pleasingly pour
out… But wait there’s more,
those indescribable
words winding off their points,
even poppycock might
please an unpretentious
pencil. And still more…
The sketch that dances off
the tip, sends the tool
into a tizzy for
an eternity, till…
Exhausted, pencil
rests, catches breath, and waits
again patiently,
with fellow pencils to
be discovered once more…
© 2016 Michelle Kogan. All rights reserved.
Amy Ludwig VanDerwater has challenged us to write poems about small things— animals or objects you see everyday and don't give much thought. Click HERE for more details.
Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, March 25th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her delightful nonfiction picture book:
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