--happy because I am about to meet my modest but important goal of writing 4 new poems (and posting 5) each week this month using some interesting, muscular words;
--happy because some of my favorite poetry friends have joined in tackling this challenge with me;
--happy because I've gotten to know some new poetry friends quite well through the four weeks; and
--happy because, well, words and poems and goals and friends!
I CHose the word "quenCH" for this last day of the CHallenge because I actually thought my desire to write very regularly might be quenched by the end of four weeks. More fool me.
Whetted (a jump rope rhyme for poets)
I like coffee
I like tea
I like a word
that tickles me
I like soda
I like juice
I like to rhyme
like Dr. Seuss.
I like lemonade
I like milk
I like people of the
I like cocoa
I like pop
I'm still thirsty
I can't stop
I like water
drink and drink
Am I quenched?
Well, what do YOU think?
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I'm so excited to share all the last poems from this just-about-a-month of challenge, and I'll spend some time this weekend sorting and analyzing all our work from the month (to use Ed DeCaria's word, "poemetrics"). And of course I'll try to determine if there is one "StretCHiest MarCHer" who contributed the most poems, since I have promised a prize to that person. But I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to draw a name, or send out several prizes, because there have been some thoroughly faithful MarCHers along with me.
In the meantime, I'm thrilled to say that I need not go thirsty into April, because I'll be participating in two National Poetry Month projects this year. First, I'll follow MarCHers Jone and Joy by adding the 3rd line next Friday of this year's Progressive Poem, curated by Irene Latham. This project is always an interesting experiment in collective composition.
And second, I'll contribute a guest post to Laura Shovan's April Project, "What Are You Wearing to National Poetry Month?" My piece on clothing and its meanings will go up on Monday, April 13, and as a true student of what we wear and when and why, I am inexpressibly excited about this series.
And now, without further ado, the final contributions to my Happy Birthday Forward...MarCH Poetry CHallenge!
Mary Lee is drinking up someone special today. Is her Po-emotion "relief"?
Like the relief of water
after salty popcorn
my thirsty spirit.
Like a bucket of water
on the campfire embers
my spicy temper.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Charles is doing his drinking in the library (and wherever reading is possible):
Diane's offering today is one of my favorites of her consistently fine work this month:
Alone and stuck for
hours in a bus station.
Pushing buttons on
the only vending machine
that is still plugged in.
Pushing buttons to dispense
cloyingly sweet root beer
that doesn't quench thirst.
Pushing buttons on the
coin return that refuses
to return my change.
Pushing buttons to clear
the memory of the buttons
we both pushed last night.
Carol returns us to winter for some last whisperings of that which, although we may resist, only winter can bring:
Kate is outdoors with the rain today, quenching seedly thirsts:
Time of yearing,
out back clearing,
springtime makes us glad.
working with my dad.
cover them with dirt.
turn on water,
now we quench their thirst.
—Kate Coombs, 2015
And Donna scores again with a masterful monorhyme:
What to Say and How to Say It
Shovel divulges, “I’ll trench.”
Tired back stresses, “I’ll wrench.”
Waterfall gushes, “I’ll quench.”
Coach advises, “I’ll bench.”
Rain insinuates, “I’ll drench.”
Fist determines, “I’ll clench.”
Muscle man proclaims, “I’m hench!”
Skunk alerts us, “I’ve stench!”
La jeune fille dit, "I'm French."
--Donna JT Smith
It's greedy to ask for more, but you Poetry Friday visitors are very welcome to add your "quenCH" poem today too! Jone herself has the round-up this week at Check It Out. Do check it out--Jone announces her own April chaLLenge using words with double L's (oh glory), and she also has a post rounding up all the NPM projects going on in the Kidlitosphere. A person could easily drink themself* above the legal limit for poetry consumption by the first day of Spring Break. Bottoms up!
(*trying out the new nongenderspecific pronoun use)