April is National Poetry Month and today I am sharing with you three poems that I frequently think of or read. Poems that were introduced to me by my grandfather, poems I discovered on my own, and poems that I discovered through you…
Purple Martins by Carl Sandburg
Twirl on, you and your satin blue. Be water birds, be air birds. Be these purple tumblers you are.
Dip and get away From loops into slip-knots, Write your own ciphers and figure eights. It is your wooded island here in Lincoln park. Everybody knows this belongs to you.
Five fat geese Eat grass on a sod bank And never count your slinging ciphers, your sliding figure eights,
A man on a green paint iron bench, Slouches his feet and sniffs in a book, And looks at you and your loops and slip-knots, And looks at you and your sheaths of satin blue, And slouches again and sniffs in the book, And mumbles: It is an idle and a doctrinaire exploit. Go on tumbling half over in the water mirrors. Go on tumbling half over at the horse heads of the sun. Be water birds, be air birds. Be these purple tumblers you are.
Ode To Ironing by Pablo Neruda
The Journey by Mary Oliver
And, there you have my Three on Thursday contribution… want to see more? Head on over to Carole’s!