Season of Poetry

NOTE:  Although we are now into an unusually cool and wet month of May, I am sharing with you a poem which I wrote at the tail end of National Poetry Month–late last Wednesday night (April 27). 

Season of Poetry

Poem by Alice Jane-Marie Massa

I went looking for a poem

and found one midst the sweet peas climbing over the east fence.

I went looking for a poem

and found one in the row of zucchini

growing in my father’s garden.

I went looking for a poem

and found one on the front porch swing.

I went looking for a poem

and found one atop the gob pile

as I took in the panoramic view of our small Hoosier hometown.

Now, where should I transplant these poems?

Should I plant this poem

in this plastic container on my cement porch?

Should I transplant this poem

in my city garden?

Should I transplant this poem

in the rock area behind my townhouse?

Maybe, I should translate this poem

from rural hometown to city residence

in words that are foreign to me.

No, I will transplant these poems

in my heart and in my magical memory

to carry them to their next destination.

I will plant these poems

into an old-fashioned runner desk’s inkwell

filled with teardrops

that will nourish each word into a poetic blossom

whose petals will eventually

fall onto pages as

velbety, unpublished verse.

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Wishing you many poems to plant during this season of poetry,

Alice and Leader Dog Willow

May 4, 2022, Wednesday

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