Slipping in a little late in the day (night!) with my Poetry Friday post, inspired by my evening walk.
After the Rain A relay, a medley, a tag team, a chorus; up the street, around the block, through the suburb and across the town; after the rain, before the weekend, after the heat, before the sun sets, after a fine day, before the next deluge; humming and droning, whirring and whining, a buzz of mowers cuts a swathe through luscious lengths of green grassy lawn. © Kathryn Apel
Catherine is collecting the links for this week’s round-up, at Reading to the Core. She’s also reviewing ‘a spectacular gift to poetry lovers of all ages’. You’ll have to click across to read (and see) more. Thanks, Catherine!
LOL Your poem has a delicious surprise, given I thought the author was the one in the relay at first. Great lyrical poem.
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Lovely!!
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Ha! A noisy relay at that! My evening walk now would have maybe some snowblower relays through daunting piles of white crusty snow…
Just so you know, some words were used from a poem on your post to use in the new Scavenger Hunt today! http://mainelywrite.blogspot.com/2017/03/poetry-friday.html
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Hoping to scavenge the lines as I do my rounds, Donna. 🙂
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We had a terrible drought a few summers ago, and I remember how thrilling it was when the rains finally returned, and the sad, crisp, parched grass finally turned lush and green again! 🙂
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We weren’t quite at drought status, Jane, but we’ve had a dry, hot (!!) summer and if we didn’t get this rain, it would’ve been a harsh winter.
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I love all the transitions. The ending was a nice surprise! Oh, and I just finished reading Bully on the Bus and loved it!
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That’s so lovely to hear, ldk. Thank-your for sharing. You might also enjoy ‘Too Many Friends’, another verse novel coming in May. #notfaraway #gettingexciting 🙂
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Your poem “cuts a swathe” across the page and in my mind, Kat. A delight! =)
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Yes, a delightful poem, Kat! Thanks for sharing. Wishing you a cozy saunter into winter..
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Love all the sensory bits!
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Love all the sounds of spring!
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That’s was what was so surprising about it. Because it’s not spring – but autumn.
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Such great lines! What a neat way to play with form.
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Fun, unwinding poem Kat! I’m looking forward to “green grassy lawns,” or just green in general growing as our spring slowly comes in Chicago, thanks.
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The sound of mowers (or snowblowers) grates on my nerves, but I long for those “luscious lengths of a green grassy lawn.” Thank you for sharing these lovely images with us!
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No truer words were ever put into a poem. This is a delight! I didn’t expect the mowers until I got to the mower. Ha! I love the universal experience of this. Well done!
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I am so amazed at how this poem has resonated – especially when so many of you are in your snowy-winters. Thanks for all the lovely feedback.
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How I look forward to that kind of a rainfall! Will have to wait a few more months. Right now, it just freezes to the ground..ugh…
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