Tell me the truth. Do you think it’s time I stopped long enough to declutter my office? Spoiler alert: my M.O.W. says it is.
Which leads me to this month’s Word of the Month Poetry Challenge. For the first time I’m leaving the word up to you. Look at my office, choose a word to describe it, and let that word become your inspiration for this month’s poem.
And please note how brave I am!
Here we go with another fresh slate on which to record our unfolding histories. To help accomplish it, we’ll begin with a new word to challenge our imaginations. This one was suggested by Jane Yolen, and it’s RETURN.
What does this word tell you? What does it mean? How will it lead forward by returning to . . . what? Can’t wait to discover the magic in one word. Off we go!
A slightly different approach to a “memory” poem. (:>
A Mosquito’s Memories
I remember buzzing around
I remember someone yelling,
“Get the Deet!”
I remember a spray can,
but after that,
honestly all that I recall
(c) David L. Harrison
Here’s my contribution to this month’s poetry challenge. It began when Sandy and I were sitting close to the freshly covered pool, taking a short break before getting back to patio duty. The day was windy. Leaves from the maple tree were blowing across the sky blue cover and dancing on each new breeze. I thought I could see a slight undulation of the cover that gave an appearance of breathing.
Under leafy constellations
wheeling across a vinyl sky,
the pool rests. Its breast
rises and falls gently
as it recalls spring,
fresh pollen powdering its skin.
The pool remembers toads swimming
on balmy nights, looking for love,
skimming insects, scooping tiny drinks,
dragonflies darting like hawks,
doomed spiders tickling with thrashing legs
as they perished to their fate below.
The pool remembers water games,
churning feet, heels that hit bottom hard,
sparks of bright light when rubber
balls fractured the surface
and bright divots danced in the sun.
So many memories, enough to last
through cold, silent nights
below the vinyl heaven.
At peace, the pool settles
for the long wait till spring.
© by David L. Harrison
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Sorry to be late with our November challenge. With two months left in the year, let’s go with MEMORIES. Singular will be okay too.
Thanks to all you poets and supporters who joined the cat fun in October. I look forward to your new efforts this month!