The Progressive Poem 2023 Continues…

Photo credit: Margaret Simon, Reflections on the Teche.

The Progressive Poem tradition was started by author Irene Latham. It is not under the inspired helm of Margaret Simon who has organized the event during the last few years. A poem is passed from blog to blog each day in April. Each line is contributed by a different author. The only stipulation is that it is written for children. By the end of the month, a poem completed by thirty individuals awaits us all. Thank you, Irene and Margaret, for your inspiration to create the Progressive Poem and continue its tradition during National Poetry Month. It is the second year I’ve participated and I do so with honor.

Here is the poem, thus far:

The Poem

Suddenly everything fell into place

like raindrops hitting soil and sinking in.

When morning first poked me, I’d wished it away

my mind in the mist, muddled, confused.

Was this a dream or reality, rousing my response?

The sun surged, urging me to join in its rising,

Rising like a crystal ball reflecting on morning dew.

I jumped out of bed, ready to explore the day.

My feet pull me outside and into the garden

Where lilies and bees weave…but wait! What’s that?

A bevy of bunnies jart and dart and play in the clover.

A dog barks and flash, the bunderstorm is over.

I breathe-brave, quiet. Like a seed,

as the day, foretold in my dream, ventured upon me.

Sunbeams guided me to the gate overgrown with wisteria

where I spotted the note tied to the gate.

As I reached the gnarled gate, pollen floated like fairy dust into my face. Aaah Choo!

Enter, if you must. We’ve been waiting for you.

Not giving the curious note a thought, I pushed the gate open and ran through. (my line added)


The contributors for each line are:

April 1 Mary Lee Hahn, A(nother) Year of Reading

April 2 Heidi Mordhorst, My Juicy Little Universe

April 3 Tabatha, The Opposite of Indifference

April 4 Buffy Silverman

April 5 Rose Cappelli, Imagine the Possibilities

April 6 Donna Smith, Mainely Write

April 7 Margaret Simon, Reflections on the Teche

April 8 Leigh Anne, A Day in the Life

April 9 Linda Mitchell, A Word Edgewise

April 10 Denise Krebs, Dare to Care

April 11 Emma Roller, Penguins and Poems

April 12 Dave Roller, Leap Of Dave

April 13 Irene Latham Live Your Poem

April 14 Janice Scully, Salt City Verse

April 15 Jone Rush MacCulloch

April 16 Linda Baie TeacherDance

April 17 Carol Varsalona, Beyond Literacy Link

April 18 Marcie Atkins

April 19 Carol Labuzzetta at The Apples in My Orchard

April 20 Cathy Hutter, Poeturescapes

April 21 Sarah Grace Tuttle at Sarah Grace Tuttle’s Blog,

April 22 Marilyn Garcia

April 23 Catherine at Reading to the Core

April 24 Janet Fagal, hosted by Tabatha, The Opposite of Indifference

April 25 Ruth, There is no Such Thing as a God-Forsaken Town

April 26 Patricia J. Franz, Reverie

April 27 Theresa Gaughan, Theresa’s Teaching Tidbits

April 28 Karin Fisher-Golton, Still in Awe Blog

April 29 Karen Eastlund, Karen’s Got a Blog

April 30 Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, and Writing

Marice Atkins chose to reveal the words on the note attached to the gate as previously written in the poem. It was a brave move that gave me many avenues to pursue in writing my line. I went through several iterations and discarded one line after another for reasons that made sense to me. Even after writing my line on the post, I was coming up with other options.

But I stuck with what I wrote. We’ll see where the rest of the poem goes as there are unanswered questions now about what lies beyond the gate and who invited our character in with a note of caution.

10 thoughts

  1. Carol, I love your thinking about the line. Thanks for sharing the process. I love the “enter, if you must” and the character’s bold entrance! The suspense is building.

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