April 2 Challenge: Postcard

postcard

For National Poetry Month and the Writing Prompt of Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo

And for those who cannot read my postcard rendering of the poem:

a drizzy day cannot hide
the majesty of the mountain out
or the sunbreak among the trees
or the swelling of river banks

the majest of the mountain out
overshadows the ego of the big city
while the swelling of river banks
dances in worshipful attendance

overshadowing the ego of the big city
the sunbreak among the trees
dances in worshipful attendance
these things, a drizzly day cannot hide


Categories: Poetry Post-a-Day

12 comments

  1. vivinfrance said on April 2, 2011
    I should like to receive a postcard like this - they are usually so banal, while yours is beautiful!
    1. Terri said on April 3, 2011
      Thanks Viv! Maybe we should do a postcard exchange for real.
  2. Lisa said on April 2, 2011
    Sometimes a drizzly day is just what was ordered. Nice post. Lisa InspiredbyLisa
  3. a quiet walk said on April 2, 2011
    Beautiful, a great way to start the day
  4. Karla Stewart Okala said on April 2, 2011
    Exceptional! The imagery is profound, and the repetition of the lines to create different images is brilliant. Thank you!
    1. Terri said on April 3, 2011
      Thanks, Karla
  5. danroberson said on April 2, 2011
    The oaks are still huddling to keep away the cold, Waiting expectantly for winter to close its doors, Waiting for the sun to raise its crown of gold, Bringing warmth to both tree top and forest floor, The trees wait expectantly for winter to close its doors, Already the sun is perched high with crown of gold, And the forest is reaching deep within its stores, To pull out a cloak of green and beauty to behold, The sun is warmly smiling and wearing crown of gold, Within the forest, life emerges from the cloak of green, Winter's spell is broken and he has taken away the cold, Spring is dancing, summer is waiting patiently to be seen.
    1. Terri said on April 3, 2011
      Beautiful, Dan.
  6. trisha said on April 3, 2011
    a very, very beautiful poem jane. splendidly beautiful. human creativitiy is still very immature in comparison to nature's creativity.
    1. Terri said on April 3, 2011
      You're right Trisha! We have no clue. Our knowledge is not nearly as deep.
  7. ladynimue said on April 5, 2011
    very wonderful postcard !
  8. Ronda Levine said on April 7, 2011
    Hi, I really enjoyed your poem - thank you for sharing it with us. As part of the assignment for NaPoWriMo day 5, I wrote a response to your poem (my response is on my website as well). It Must Be Beautiful It must be beautiful to sit at the base of the mountain Looking up at possibility Reaching for the heavens It must be peaceful to have the city at your back A mere memory of business When you put up your feet It must be humbling to rest In the shadow of her peaks Setting aside self for serenity While rain paints your windowsill I put my feet up here at home Lean back staring at your postcard And dream by the windowsill Of my own vacations to come

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