April has long been designated as poetry month. My fondness for this genre goes back to my earliest memories with Mama reading poetry aloud to us – some we understood and some we did not. I loved the sounds even when the words took flight right over my head.
I’ve never considered myself a poet but have dabbled at writing them from time to time. In these days of Covid, trying my hand at a few forms has served as a mental escape from the quarantine. I will be using a few of my efforts in some of my blogs this month to add my voice to the celebration.
In my first marking of the special month, I note the excitement of our family in the arrival of its newest member, my great-nephew, that brought to mind one of my early efforts. Even in our happiness at his arrival, there lies the knowledge that his life will have both joys and sorrows. We hold tight to our own experiences that foreshadow the potential that the co-mingling of these will produce a caring man who will make a positive difference in his world.
Growing
Into the forest
Shadows deepen
Gloom and darkness
Filtered with sunbeams
Playing chase
On the forest floor
Light and dark
Sunshine and shadow
Growing
The wood violet
Into life’s way
Shadows deepen
Trouble and pain
Filtered with joy
Playing chase
On the heartstrings
Light and dark
Happiness and sorrow
Growing
A human soul
