Hoping you have all had a restful Easter – even if it wasn’t where, how or with whom you’d originally planned. As with much of the world, we stay-cayed. We could have camped by one of creeks on our property, but opted to stay at the house, and ride back and forth to the creek each afternoon/evening, for paddling/campfire/damper, etc…
It was our first real foray onto the creek after February rains filled the dry bed, and the mosquitos swarmed. Now the mud and mosquitos have settled, paddling up the creek, felt like I was catching up with an old friend after a long parting. (So many changes, after sustained dry weather, though. Lots of dead trees…😿)
This morning we slipped out early for a paddle upstream, where the creek narrows, and is surrounded by scrubby rainforest. We sloshed through shallow sandy patches, clambered over rocks, and tramped through tangled vines and along cattle tracks …
I came home, refreshed, to read that the Progressive Poem (complete with raccoon and loon) had wended its way along the wiregrass track, to my blog.
This year the progressive poem has morphed into a Choose Your Own Adventure piece – with each poet contributing two options for their own line. So, my first task was to make a choice from Linda Mitchell’s two lines… (you’ll find them here; A Word Edgewise) and then drop two of my own, for Margaret Simons (co-ordinator of this year’s progressive poem) to ponder. I love that Margaret is following me – because we’ve been tag-teaming each other in our kayaks, on opposite sides of the globe!🛶
So, with this morning’s scramble through scrub fresh in my mind, I knew what I wanted to bring to the poem. An interruption. A surprise. Anticipation.
I crack the door open, but will it be a moment of wonder, or drama, that steps through?
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. (Option One)
Through a gap in the timber I catch a glimpse (Option Two)
And now, I pass the paddle to Margaret. Which line will she choose? What will she discover? You’ll find it at Reflections on the Teche, tomorrow.
Thank-you Irene Latham, for starting us on our Progressive Poem journey – and Margaret for keeping us rolling. It is always fun to take part!
Progressive Poem 2020
1 Donna Smith at Mainly Write
2 Irene Latham at Live Your Poem
3 Jone MacCulloch, deowriter
4 Liz Steinglass
5 Buffy Silverman
6 Kay McGriff at kaymcgriff
7 Catherine Flynn at Reading to the Core
8 Tara Smith at Going to Walden
9 Carol Varsalona at Beyond Literacy Link
10 Matt Forrest Esenwine at Radio, Rhythm, and Rhyme
11 Janet Fagel, hosted at Reflections on the Teche
12 Linda Mitchell at A Word Edgewise
13 Kat Apel at Kat’s Whiskers
14 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
15 Leigh Anne Eck at A Day in the Life
16 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance
17 Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe
18 Mary Lee Hahn at A Year of Reading
19 Tabatha at Opposite of Indifference
20 Rose Cappelli at Imagine the Possibilities
21 Janice Scully at Salt City Verse
22 Julieanne Harmatz at To Read, To Write, To Be
23 Ruth at thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
24 Christie Wyman at Wondering and Wandering
25 Amy at The Poem Farm
26 Dani Burtsfield at Doing the Work That Matters
27 Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge
28 Jessica Big at TBD
29 Fran Haley at lit bits and pieces
30 Michelle Kogan at moreart4all
I suspect I’m very early posting this, but it’s 4pm Monday, 13th here – and I didn’t want to be late!
Oh, bravo! I have to admit that it’s a bit nerve-wracking waiting for the poem to come to me and then I quickly pass it on like a game of hot potato….not wanting to drop the ball on the whole poem.
Kat, your photos of your paddle are beautiful! It’s amazing to know that you can paddle what was so recently a dry bed! We’ve been so worried over Australia … and now this pandemic. I love seeing new life, your enthusiasm for it in your lens and this post. Hugs to you, friend. This post makes me miss you. Wish I could come over for a cuppa.
The paddle has been so restorative, Linda. I took lots of pics in the days leading up to these, posting them on Insta – because if I can share a fraction of the peace/joy/hope then I think that’s important. Water is a balm, to me. And I know people in lockdown in cities are doing it tough! Big hugs to you and your family. I’m so glad I have ‘real’ memories to treasure. And dream of more in the future. (I’d offer you damper around the campfire, if you could come.) Btw – I was seat buddies out of Baltimore, with one of the university staff involved in the Mach 6, hypersonic flight program. So fascinating, chatting! America to Australia in 4hrs… Wheeee!
Hi Kat, I love your choice….those buzzing bees, though both of Linda’s choices were grand for this poem. And yours. Ah, perfect as well, leading us to the next “event” on the walk. What do we hear, what might we glimpse. Terrrific and hello to you down under. I have been to Australia and always have wanted to return and also visit New Zealand. Some day I hope to come back. In the meantime I love seeing your photos! Loved meeting you in Baltimore. That was like a kismet for sure!
Such a delightful surprise bonus meeting with you in Baltimore, Janet. Loved it! I haven’t yet read the post with your contribution to the poem – but I’m looking forward to backtracking now and popping in on you at Margaret’s.
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First of all, thank you for taking us along on your paddle and potter. I love seeing your river and am glad rains have replenished it. I love the introduction of suspense and surprise that your two lines introduce. Which one will Margaret choose? I know which one I like.
It was the driest the creek has been – not just in my husband’s memory, but also for locals who have been here for 70+ years. Pre-drought it was thickly lined with lush green grass/trees, but now there’s lots of dusty bare patches, and big trees have died back. But still abounding in tranquility and wonder. As to our poem – I too am keen to see which way Margaret takes us. And where to from there. This is always a fun activity to be a part of.
I also love seeing your lovely pictures of your outing, glad for the rains & now the letup so you can celebrate with a paddle! And I love your ‘turning’, imagination reigns in this adventure we take each April. I’m wondering what’s going to happen as I am there on Thursday! I love the sounds in the first line, but the open of ? in the second. Have some more good times this week, Kat!
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So glad you liked, Linda. I don’t know if it was the activity that preceded writing, or the fact that we get two bites at the cherry, but it was actually my quickest contribution to the poem, ever. (I spent heaps more time writing the blog post, than crafting my line.😂) In the past I have obsessed over the line for a day. Either way, I’m looking forward to what Margaret discovers – and where Leigh Ann … and you … take us next!
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I’m certainly paying close attention to what’s happening now, Kat! It will be a fun week of imagining!
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I love our tag teaming. I thought I’d left a comment earlier, but I’ve been in and out all day working on my lines. Your line choices are great and introduce adventure which it is high time for; however, the rhyme scheme thing may have to go. Snaps and glimpse don’t have many words that directly rhyme. And I just am not wanting to force it. We’ll see.
I confess, I wasn’t thinking ahead to any rhymes when I wrote my line. But now that you say that… I think a disruption of flow (and rhyme) is a good thing at a turning point. 🙂 #permissiontobreakrules Looking forward to seeing what you choose… and what you discover. (Or maybe even just a hint of it…) 🙃
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Oh, hooray for you, Kat, for bringing some action-options…and some suspense! The poem really needed this now that the scene has been amply set. Looking forward to what approaches!
Kat, you did bring a moment of wonder and prospective drama to the Progressive Poem. I am glad that your adventure trip beforehand energized your lines. If inclined would you send me your adventure collage with a poem for my Nature Nurtures 2020 Gallery?
Playing catch-up this morning. I’m pulling for the crackling leaf litter.
Loved reading your morning adventure – sloshing, clambering, and tramping. Thanks for the collage of pics from your journey.
I’m playing catch up, too! Hmmmm…. I do love that “gap” and “glimpse” in the same line; will paddle on to see which was chosen! Thanks, Kat!
Oooh! Something’s approaching. I’m so excited!