The Last Poem for National Poetry Month

We spent the weekend in Missoula, Montana playing lacrosse. There was one moment that I just had to try to write a poem about. After finishing the poem, I realized that it is about the connection Julia has with her coach. She is only one of two girls on the team and probably the smallest, but she sure is scrappy (as the other parents like to say). After you read the poem, you can decide how I was feeling at the moment. I'm really not sure. The best way I can describe it is "a tangle of emotions."

Watching Her Play Lacrosse

She sneaks her stick into the

scrum of boys

fighting for the ball,

scoops it up and turns

to go,

bobs this way and that,

avoiding the swarm of sticks

aiming at her stick.

She turns to shoot, and

releases the ball,

just before the

defender collides.

Shoulder meets helmet and

body meets ground.

She lies still.

The whistle shrieks.

Her coach rushes to her,

sweeps her up, and

carries her off the field

like a cherished trophy.

From the sideline,

my tears are dried by the

persistent wind.

Guest Blogger: MaryLynn Haggard

Here is a poem that MaryLynn wrote. I wonder if this was inspired by all the things going on in the world today.

Night and Day

Dark is night.
Day is light.
Day hates night,
and night hates
light. How long
must this fight
last, until the world
grows dim and night
and day are at peace
again.

Haiku

This is a fun haiku inspired by a trip to the Sandy Utah Aquarium. The June Sucker is endangered and only found in certain lakes in Utah. It was so fun to watch as it sucked a mouthful of rocks into it's mouth, rolled them around getting the "food" off, and then spitting them back to the floor.

Ever vacuuming: sucking,

cleaning it’s floor.

June Sucker, come to my home.

Ode to President Thomas S Monson

A ripple sweeps
across the audience
like wind bending
stalks of wheat.
All rise.
An anticipating hush
fills the space
around the crowd
of 21,000.
As the spirit
ushers in the
prophet of God.

April is National Poetry Month

I want to celebrate by posting a new poem every week in the month of April.

I am behind one day, but each Monday in April come to see a new poem.


                       Death
                      the end
                   life cut short
             buried alone in darkness
spirit, body separated, fighting mortality
          waiting for ultimate victory
           gripping glimmering hope
               patience rewarded
                         Life