Friday, February 26, 2010

MARCH: An Original Acrostic



I got a late start with my Poetry Friday plans. We had a wild wind and rainstorm here yesterday. I lost Internet access. Fortunately, I figured out how to get my wireless reconnected this morning by turning off all our computers, pulling out the connector to the router, and rebooting the modem. So relieved! I can't live without the Internet and email.

Now on to POETRY...

Last September, I was reading through all the acrostic poems that I had written. Several of them touched on the theme of spring. That gave me the idea to write a collection of spring acrostics that takes one through the season from March to June. The collection now contains twenty-one poems. It includes acrostics about the following subjects: hibernation, crocus, bud, sky, peeper, showers, puddles, mud, seeds, apple tree, pollen, nectar, and dragonfly. Some of the acrostics still need a bit of work.

As spring is waiting at the door and March is raring to go, I thought I’d post the first poem in the collection, which is tentatively titled Spring into Words: A Season in Acrostics.

Maybe I’ll
Arrive
Roaring like a lion and
Chase spring away with my frosty breath until I
Hear April purring in my ear.


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At Political Verses, I have a new post: Two Rhyming Verses for Creationists.

At Blue Rose Girls, I posted February Twilight by Sara Teasdale for my mother who turned 92 on Wednesday.

Jone has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Check It Out.

13 comments:

Bridget said...

Great poem, Elaine! I've been longing for Spring for months now. Your poem makes Spring seem nearer.

Elaine Magliaro said...

Bridget,

Where I live, spring usually makes several attempts to arrive--but keeps getting pushed away by winter. Never sure when it will finally come and stay for good.

jama said...

What a perfect poem for today. Spring is trying to blow in around here -- robins have returned, snow is melting.

Elaine Magliaro said...

Jama,

The winds were really howling last night around here. My husband went out early this morning. He said he saw lots of tree limbs on the ground.

Laura said...

Elaine,

Thanks for sharing such a delightful poem.

Laura Evans

marthacalderaro.wordpress.com said...

Yes, the rain and wind were horrible, weren't they? Glad you were able to get your Net connection back so you could share this great poem with us! I can hear the roar in "frosty breath" and the gentleness of April in "purring in my ear." Wonderful poem!

Sheri Doyle said...

I really enjoyed your poem as the storm you mentioned has made it's way up to Southern Ontario, Canada. I long for that "purring" of April in my ear! Thanks for sharing this!

Elaine Magliaro said...

Thanks, Laura and Martha!

Sheri,

My husband spent a lot of time up in Barrie, Ontario, a couple of years ago. Usually you folks up in the Great White North send your weather our way.

Mary Lee said...

Love this! I had a little preview of spring this week. I have brought my front porch geraniums into my classroom to live on the window sill through the winter for two years now. A couple of weeks ago, a crocus came up in one of the geranium pots! Some silly squirrel transplanted one of my crocuses last summer and gave me an early hint of spring! How fun to see a crocus blooming INSIDE with 8 inches of snow (and more falling) OUTSIDE!!!

Elaine Magliaro said...

Mary Lee--

No sight of spring here yet either. At the moment, we're getting some light snow. I hope we have nice weather tomorrow for my friend Grace's wedding.

I love the crocus story!

Sherry said...

I'm listening to the purr of April Poetry Month and working on my latest project.

I thought since you enjoy poetry that I'd invite you to contribute your list of favorite poems to my survey. Read more about it here: http://www.semicolonblog.com/?p=9520

laurasalas said...

Another terrific acrostic, Elaine! I esp. love

Chase spring away with my frosty breath

It's funny. Here in MN, spring is pretty much the ugliest season. All old snow and muddy ruts and dead branches...It feels the best on your cheek, though: sunny, breezy, and just barely moist.

Elaine Magliaro said...

Sherry,

It sounds like a great project. What about children's poems? Are they accepted?


Laura,

Sounds as if you have the same kind of spring in Minnesota as we have here where I live in Massachusetts.