Progressive Poem - Day 24

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         I've been writing a poem each day in April, about all kinds of topics, and enjoying every word I've written and loving every word I've read, too.  There are so many talented writers.  Just as I saw in the March Slice of Life Challenge, there is much to appreciate in the blogging/kidlit world.  
         If you haven’t heard yet, Irene Latham, at Live Your Poem... has created a Progressive Poem group for the month of April.  You can find the group’s names and links on the right.  Thank you Irene for asking me to participate, for the marvelous idea and for making it work so seamlessly.  It’s been a joy to watch for a line each day to see what’s next.  It’s a poetic cliffhanger bonanza!

       I'm the Day 24 poet!  These final few lines seem filled with danger as to which path to take.  Thank you Miranda (yesterday's poet)  for sending me down the kidlit path perhaps, because  I’ve been connecting all that has been written to a young adult audience.  I am imagining all kinds of things, but won't tell.  I'll have to wait to see what the rest of the month brings.  So, after thinking through yesterday with all the possibilities, here is my line that continues our final week. 

    I pass this on to Greg at Gotta Book.  Looking forward to it, Greg!  Here’s the poem with my line added:

If you are reading this   

you must be hungry  

Kick off your silver slippers  

Come sit with us a spell  

A hanky, here, now dry your tears  

And fill your glass with wine  

Now, pour. The parchment has secrets  

Smells of a Moroccan market spill out.  

You have come to the right place, just breathe in.  

Honey, mint, cinnamon, sorrow.  Now, breathe out  

last week's dreams. Take a wish from the jar.  

Inside, deep inside, is the answer…  

Unfold it, and let us riddle it together,   

...Strains of a waltz. How do frozen fingers play?   

How do fennel, ginger, saffron blend in the tagine?  

Like broken strangers bound by time, they sisterdance…

their veils of sorrow encircle, embrace  

Feed your heart with waltzes and spices.   

Feed your soul with wine and dreams.  

Humble dust of coriander scents your feet, coaxing  

seascapes, crystal sighs and moonshine from your melody.  

Beware of dangers along the path of truth  

And beware, my friend, of too much bewaring–   

strong hands cushion you, sweet scents surround you—now leap

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     Also - There are still lots going on for Poetry Month. Find Jama Rattigan's blog post at Jama's Alphabet Soup  to discover so many Poetry sites in the kidlitosphere doing wonderful things!  Cathy, at Merely Day By Day, is joining Mary Lee, at A Year of Reading in a poem a day this month. Other daily poem writers include Amy at The Poem Farm, Donna at Mainely Write, and Laura at LauraSalas.  Plus Greg Pincus of Gotta Book has just published his first E-book, The Late Bird.  Now he's celebrating by giving one, or more, away.  See the blog that tells all about it  here


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