Progressive Poem Is Here!

          This is my eighth year participating in the annual Progressive Poem, a spark each day that ends in a Poetry Explosion created by thirty-one poets! Irene Latham at Live Your Poem started the tradition of writing a poem together during April way back in 2012.  The poem grows as it passes from poet to poet and each one adds another line. This year Margaret Simon at Reflections on The Teche graciously took over being the host for this delightful creation.

          Like other years, surprises happen. Perhaps someone changes the rhythm. Often, another poet creates a turning from the expected into a big surprise in the action. Our minds fall into a rabbit hole of creative thoughts as we near our turn. Now, this year Donna Smith at Mainely Write began the poem with a twist. She wrote two first lines for the next poet to choose between. It began and has continued to be a "Choose Your Own Adventure" poem.

          You can find a list of all poets participating in the Navigation Bar above.

         In the last three days, first Kat introduced a mystery, Margaret continued with action, then Leigh Anne, oh my, gave two choices as to what might be next. Here are the wonderful lines she wrote from which I was to choose: 

Option 1:  as a whitetail doe comes into view.

Option 2:  I slowly inhale so not to disturb

         Here is the poem thus far, the one I chose from Leigh Anne, and my own two lines to carry us into the final half of the month! Carry on, Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe! 

Progressive Poem

Sweet violets shimmy, daffodils sway

along the wiregrass path to the lake

I carry a rucksack of tasty cakes

and a banjo passed down from my gram.

I follow the tracks of deer and raccoon

and echo the call of a wandering loon.

A whispering breeze joins in our song

and night melts into a rose gold dawn

Deep into nature’s embrace, I fold.

Promise of spring helps shake the cold

hints of sun lightly dapple the trees

calling out the sleepy bees 

Leaf-litter crackles…I pause. Twig snaps.

gasp! Shudder! Breathe out. Relax... 

as a whitetail doe comes into view.

Option 1:  She shifts and spotted fawns debut.

Option 2:  Startled! Whoosh, flees our rendezvous.