CC Bloom Poet Free verse

Magic visited Greensboro

and me
on a 70 degree,
smiling
Saturday morning
(today)
when only the birds
hornets, bees, and
yellow-tailed butterflies
were busy
doing what they do
in the midst of their own
merry magic.

The squirrels
upset my feeder again
and I was sick and tired
of refilling birdseed outside
and vacuuming up pollen
inside.

I'm sneezing and
irritated, as usual.
I can't tell if that northern
mockingbird
is mocking me or laughing
at my circular frustration
this morning. 

A bee is making me dizzy
as he/she zigzags
around the blossoms
of the azalea bush.

I drove my son to golf
with a huff, speeding down
the road in my tired 2007
Toyota Corolla.

I sat outside on the couch
at the golf course
where I didn't have to talk
to anyone or say anything
obvious or pleasant.

Then I found
a special spoonful
of magic. 

I read a poem.

I read a poem
that reminded me
why I love poetry,
children's stories,
spring, love, and the power
of imagination.

I was losing hope
and regressing back
to previous thinking:
that only James Berrie,
Roald Daul, Dr. Seuss,
and J.K Rowling
could challenge
gravity, reality,
and the limits
of possibility.

Then, I read
'Rosewood's Snowflakes
and the Secret
of the Whispering Stream'
and I believed again.

No poet, at least to me
is anything without
the inspiration and
appreciation of other poets.
When we stop reading,
we stop having new ideas
and our thoughts become
claustrophobic closing
elevators of descending
thought. 

I love to write, yes.
However,
is there anything better
than to read something that
makes your being sing?

Not for me, at least. 

Thank you, dear poet.
I am your
appreciative reader,
Jennifer.

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Susan Ashley April 18, 2026 at 9:12 AM Dear CC, first, I adore that you used your title as the first line in your poem (I've used this technique several times myself). I adore the emotional arc of your appreciative poem. I was struck by "No poet, at least to me/is anything without/the inspiration and/appreciation of other poets." I feel exactly the same way and you expressed it so poetically. I loved the contrast of angst the first half to the feeling of serenity in the second half. So inspiring! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan