Poetry about spring

Yesterday they closed the playgrounds.

We walked to the park, through the grass, around the red DANGER tape,

and splashed puddles. A small oak leaf glowed from the dark

gray concrete. It seemed an impossible warmth

from a dead leaf while everything else seemed browned from winter

or vibrant of spring.

 

Thanks for being here!

I want to write poetry that you can read, experience, and share.

How?

A few ways you can help:

  1. Go to my Contact page and let’s start a conversation. I’d love to know your experience with poetry, what it means to you, and why you love/hate it.
  2. Every month I write a “collective poem” using three words from every new contact. You can join by sharing your three words (any three words—about your day, your life, current mood, whatever comes to mind, etc.) via my Contact page. I’ll cobble them together and write a poem to try to capture our shared experience. Then I’ll email you when the poem is ready! (You can see an example of just such a poem here.) 
  3. Check out my Patreon page. I’ve been doing this writing thing for years, and patronage really does feel like the most sustainable and most beneficial model for the poet AND the readers. And I’d love to hear what you think of my work.
  4. Finally, tell your friends about me. If you think there’s something here that will resonate with them, connect with them, help them, I hope you’ll share it with them.

Yours,

Peggy

 

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