Can’t believe it’s been so long since I wrote.
I spent a number of hours rehearsing with the Lab Band at the Mount. Two of the students and the young professor who directs the band composed music to go with thirteen of my poems from Reconnaissance. Other students read the poems used by the two student composers, and I read the six poems that Mark used. We put on this show for two nights – March 21 and 22. It was an exhilarating and affirming experience for me. I had never had anyone pay such close attention to my poetry!
Those rehearsals, and preparing for classes and marking papers, took me up to the Easter holidays.
At the very end of March, that next week, I was busy with my college alumnae reunion. It’s an all-class reunion; since my college closed in 1973, it is amazing that we still meet, but we do. I’m on the alumnae board, and so I get to go every year. Over the years I have become friends with some marvelous women who were not even on the campus during the four years I attended.
Then, finally, April!
I had intended to write a poem a day in April as I did last year, but I have not been able to get down to it. I don’t exactly know why; I’ve had the time – more time than I had last year. But I have been preoccupied with plans for the garden in the courtyard. Have spent many hours fantasizing about that.
Now I am finally able to get out there and plant some new things, and rejoice that the transplants from last year have survived and are emerging.
Then I’ve been escaping into the Matt Scudder novels – a detective series by Lawrence Block.
Now, I am trying to get back to writing.
Again, I’m using the prompts from The Daily Post. Lately they have been one word prompts.
The prompt for April 9 was “Green.”
What came to mind for me was the wonderful color of green which now carpets the lawns and clusters on the trees.
I always think of e.e. cummings’ poem “i thank you god for most this amazing day.”
The first stanza:
i thank You God for most this amazingday: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
The leaping greenly spirits of trees where I live: