Carolyn’s Online Magazine
POETRY IN APRIL #1
April is National Poetry Month. Last year I posted 30 poems divided evenly in the 4 weeks of the month. I’d written them over the years.
This year, I haven’t written that many poems, so I’m including some poems by family members and some from members of the Foothills Writers (formerly the Beanery Writers). I’ve gathered enough to post 30 poems, divided into 4 weeks.
Make way for week #1. The first poem was written this Easter by my 8-year-old grandson, Marcus.
Minions Are Awesome
Minions are awesome, unlike a possum.
Minions are cool, Unlike drool.
Minions are sweet. Just like candy we eat.
Minions are great in your face!!!
I wrote the next four poems.
My candle burnt down,
my paper ran out,
no ink in my pen
I’ll sleep in my den.
The following three will likely be in my novel. One character, Mary Googins des Isles Swett, is a 1790 to early 1800s Maine frontier resident who likes to write poetry, thus the section of the book on her will include short poems.
The Irish couple
The fighting Googles they are
Got into a stew.
Louis walked into my life
One day when a ship sailed by
Utopia he unexpectedly brought
Into my life
The Mt. Desert peaks
Stretch skyward reaching heaven
Dare I, dare I, look.
OF YOU —Deb, my niece, from my February 15, 1998 files.
Stars at night
A clear blue sky
A singing brook
Butterflies and birds
A crackling fire
A home filled with love
Cold winter night
Snow gently falling
Icicles and snowmen
Snow covered branches
All of these things
Remind me of you
The places we’ve been
Things yet to do.
ANNIE BY THE SEASIDE —Walter Matusic, member , Beanery Writers Group
Down by the seaside where Annie goes
There in the stones a flower grows.
Annie looks out at the foaming sea
Then sits down by the flower and me.
For long is the time that I’ve waited,
On this island tormented and hated.
Where a prison embranded me
And on the island they stranded me.
But though they tried they could not hide me
With pretty Annie now here beside me.