We had a great run of poems and comments in January. Now let’s see what we can do with the word for February. It is LEAVES. Variations of leaf, leaving or leafing are acceptable. As always, I look forward to what you are inspired to write. And also as always, I appreciate the support you share on this blog. I love comments from people who say they feel safe and appreciated. We have a wonderful community of visitors and contributors.
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Sometimes you’ll see poems placed in the comments to my daily post. Often these poems are in direct response to something I said in the post. Among a few noted folks who do that, Jane Yolen, one of the best in the business and lightning fast and Cheryl Harness, multi-talented artist and author, sometimes respond that way to kick off further discussion of the day’s subject. You can do that too if you like as long as you understand that people may or may not return to that day’s post but many will follow the Word of the Month column throughout the month. Either way I’m glad to see what you’ve written.
I rarely comment on the poems posted in Word of the Month. I read them. I enjoy them. I just can’t keep up with commenting on each one. However, many others who regularly follow W.O.M. are wonderful about commenting, asking questions, and issuing atta-boys and atta-girls.
So here’s to another good month. Let’s get it done!
Because David Harrison’s blog said that the new
poetry word of the month was “leave.”
How to Leave A Party
Put on your galoshes.
Wind your scarf three times
Around your head.
Put on dark glasses.
Ask for a doggie bag of chocolates.
Take a last sip of your drink.
Kiss the host on both cheeks.
Look longing around the room
As if waiting for someone
To ask you to stay.
Go out the door.
Breathe your escape into the night.
©2016 Jane Yolen all rights reserved
I love this poem, Jane! XO
This is fantastic Jane! I’d like to write a more meaningful comment than that but it resonates so soundly that there is nothing else to say.
oh Jane Yolen, your swell poem so reminds me of Garrison Keillor talking of being shy, made anxious & flummoxed by a crowed party, leaving early, rather enjoying the leave-taking [a more straightforward process] then escaping & standing outside in the dark, peering wistfully at the bright window, seeing how the party goes on w/o him, not missed.
Adult word of the month takes me to the “beginning” poems. Help.
Haven’t gotten to that yet, Jane. Next on the list.
Old Man Winter
Amid the bluster of snow storms
And painful words of ice,
He sees signs of life.
Tenacious violets with their faces blooming in protest,
Snow drops almost hidden, betrayed by their shocking stems of green.
And the witch hazel waving its petals like white flags of surrender.
He hears the message.
Spring is unpredictable at best
Cruel at worst.
He hears the creaking of his limbs,
Shakes his head,
And quietly leaves.
Oh how wonderful your poem is, Elizabeth!
hmmm… here’s my whack at the Monthly Word:
Pity the Shy Would-be Reveler
There’s always the one who leaves,
Steals away like a night full of thieves
From the too-jolly caucus,
The party too-raucous
Then stands in the dark & grieves.
© 2016 Cheryl Harness
Thank you Cheryl! I identify with the Shy Would-be Reveler.
And here comes Cheryl with a witty limerick. Party too raucous indeed!
So glad you joined us this month, Elizabeth. Thank you for the vivid images. That last stanza sums it so neatly.
Thank you David. I’m a friend of Jane Heitman Healy and for some reason I felt inspired to jump in with both feet when I saw her facebook post. Thanks for doing this project, It is really fun!
Then I’m grateful to Jane if she introduced you to my blog. I’m always delighted to see how many ways poets can find to write about a single word. So glad you joined us this month and hope it won’t be the last.