This is my first time participating in the annual Progressive Poem. I signed up somewhat late in the game, and chose the penultimate line. Gutsy or naive? It's your call! As my turn came closer I started scouting for lines that would fit. I agree with Tabatha that the poem seems less of a narrative and more about mood. It's atmospheric! So...
Ted Kooser is one of my favorite poets, and since I grew up in Nebraska I have always loved his poem "So This is Nebraska." I have adapted a line or two from his poem for my addition in italics below.
And now... on to Michelle Kogan for the finale!
THE PROGRESSIVE POEM OF 2022, SO FAR:
Where they were going, there were no maps.
Sorry! I don’t want any adventures, thank you. Not today.
Take the adventure, heed the call, now ere the irrevocable moment passes!
We have to go back. I forgot something.
But it’s spring, and the world is puddle-wonderful,
so we’ll whistle and dance and set off on our way.
Come with me, and you’ll be in a land of pure imagination.
Wherever you go, take your hopes, pack your dreams, and never forget –
it is on our journeys that discoveries are made.
And then it was time for singing.
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain, paint with all the colors of the wind, freewheeling through an endless diamond sky?
Suddenly, they stopped and realized they weren’t the only ones singing.
Listen, a chattering of monkeys! Let’s smell the dawn
and taste the moonlight, we’ll watch it all spread out before us.
The moon is slicing through the sky. We whisper to the tree,
tap on the trunk, imagine it feeling our sound.
Clouds of blue-winged swallows, rain from up the mountains,
Green growing all around, and the cool splash of the fountain.
If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden,
a bright, secret, quiet place, and rather sad;
and they stepped out into the middle of it.
Their minds’ libraries and lightning bugs led them on.
The darkwood sings, the elderhist blooms, the sky lightens; listen and you will find your way home.
The night sky would soon be painted, stars gleaming overhead, a beautiful wild curtain closing on the day.
Mud and dusk, nettles and sky – time to cycle home in the dark.
There are no wrong roads to anywhere
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove.
Standing at the fence of the cottage,
I hear the new note in the voices of the birds.
I pray to the birds because I believe they will carry the message of my heart upward.
I make up a song that goes on singing all by itself
Surfing rivers of wind way up high . . . calling zeep, zeep, zeep in the sky,
blinking back the wee wonder of footprints, mouse holes, and underground maps.
I feel like waving... like dancing around on the road
28. adapted from "So This is Nebraska" from Sure Signs: New & Selected Poems by Ted Kooser
2 Donna Smith at Mainely Write
3 Catherine Flynn at Reading to the Core
4 Mary Lee at A(nother) Year of Reading
5 Buffy at Buffy Silverman
6 Molly at Nix the Comfort Zone
7 Kim Johnson at Common Threads
8 Rose Cappelli at Imagine the Possibilities
9 Carol Varsalona at Beyond Literacy Link
10 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance
11 Janet Fagel at Reflections on the Teche
12 Jone at Jone Rush MacCulloch
13 Karin Fisher-Golton at Still in Awe
14 Denise Krebs at Dare to Care
15 Carol Labuzzetta @ The Apples in my Orchard
16 Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe
17 Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken Town
18 Patricia at Reverie
19 Christie at Wondering and Wandering
20 Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge
21 Kevin at Dog Trax
22 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
23 Leigh Anne at A Day in the Life
24 Marcie Atkins
25 Marilyn Garcia
26 JoAnn Early Macken
27 Janice at Salt City Verse
28 Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference
29 Karen Eastlund at Karen’s Got a Blog
30 Michelle Kogan Painting, Illustration, & Writing
Karen, i have been waiting for the last lines to unravel the imaginative journey. Your line is an unexpected one. Our narrator seems so joyful and full of live. I can't even predict how Michelle is going to close the poem but it all quite a creative adventure.ReplyDelete
oooooh! A reference to Koosier always makes me happy. What a wonderful poet to lean on for your line. I'm waving back at you!ReplyDelete
I am a Ted Kooser fan and this line is like the lift of an arm in a dance twirl. Michelle will take us back down to earth.ReplyDelete
I'm smiling. Your's seems to be the only response possible to the previous lines. I love Ted Kooser's poems, too.ReplyDelete
Wonderful!! I'm a Kooser fan too.ReplyDelete
Kooser for the win, Karen!ReplyDelete
waving and dancing with you, Karen!ReplyDelete
Nice line! I'm a big Kooser fan.ReplyDelete
Hmmm… ponder, ponder… Thanks Karen!ReplyDelete
I love Kooser, too, Karen. It's a marvelous 'almost' ending!ReplyDelete
This is a great addition to the poem, Karen! I only recently read "This Is Nebraska" in my Poet Laureate's Anthology, and I really marveled over Kooser's ability to capture such a place and feeling...ReplyDelete
Wonderful, Karen - love the movement in your line, and the road theme, too. (I know I left a comment before, but not sure where it ran off to... so trying again!) Thanks so much!ReplyDelete
This line feels like the perfect lift before the end. Well done!ReplyDelete
Love Ted Kooser. Well done!ReplyDelete