Sparks Fly Upward

In Sparks Fly Upward, Katie Spivey Brewster captures life memories and experiences in an interesting variety of poetic forms. The free verse title poem, Sparks Fly Upward, was inspired by the campfire at the wedding reception of her son, Andrew. Sensory Seashore recalls a young child crossing the bridge at the Intercoastal Waterway knowing the beach was just ahead. A summer salad bar prompted, Pretty Apricots. C R A B, an acrostic, was written on a lark at the table in Capt Billy’s while waiting for her family to finish their crabs while I P H O N E came from looking around and thinking.C R A BCrustaceansReally messyAll hands on deckBring wipes.I P H O N EI put it downPick it upHabitualOver and overNotEven knowing whyA snowflake falling to the ground in Where, oh where? wonders about its destination while the limerick A lady of Books ask if she can find any good reads to meet her needs? Poetry friends taught Mrs. Brewster about Haiku and Cinquain, giving her ample reason to write about heliotrope, azure, her hammock, and walking. Sparks Fly Upward ends with I Came From, one of the first forms Mrs. Brewster encountered in her poetic walk. With the template she provides, Mrs. Brewster invites you to write your own poem and join her in strolling the poetic pathway.