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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Thanks to the announcement about my new agent, Karen Grencik, some new folks have started following my blog. I welcome you all and look forward to becoming better acquainted. I hope you’ll feel free to look around and explore what we have to offer.
Maybe the most used feature is the small balloon in the upper right corner. Click on it to see the day’s comments and leave your own. We talk quite a bit around here. Now and then something I post will trigger a connection with one or more poets and poems begin to come in. Sometimes Jane Yolen and I become engaged in a series of exchanges until one or both of us has to quit to do other things. Last year we actually started a story by taking turns adding the next few words. We placed the story with Holiday House.
Jane isn’t the only poet who drops by to play. Susan Hutchens is another frequent contributor to the fun as are a number of others.
One of the true staples of this site is the WORD OF THE MONTH POETRY CHALLENGE. I started it in October, 2009 by posting a word and challenging anyone who wanted to accept to make up a poem inspired by that single word. We haven’t missed a month since and we’ve enjoyed hundreds of poems by dozens of poets over these past eight years. To post your poem, click on the box that says ADULT W.O.M. POEMS and scroll down to the box for submission. You’re likely to get some nice comments from other poets who enjoy going there to share and enjoy. I post a new word on the first day of the month and remove all the poems and comments at that time. Nothing is saved.
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Sometimes I beat my chest a little about something nice that has happened. Pat Hermes once said that since I’m the one paying for this, I’m entitled to boast now and then. Most mornings I have no idea what I’m going to say until I sit down and type the words, “Hi everyone,” and wait to see what I have on my mind.
I’m glad you’re here. Come back often. If you like what you find, tell others.
Here’s my poem inspired by the word “gone.” This poem is original and written for today’s post. The art is reprinted from my one and only e-book, GOOSE LAKE, beautifully illustrated by Sladjana Vasic. Thanks again, Sladjana!
It came upon the lake
late one afternoon,
wings softly pummeling the air
as it wheeled, deciding where
to rush down onto the water.
Its sudden appearance,
noted by many, startled the day.
Familiarity restored, routine returned,
but for the great white-robed guest
gliding with grace,
as royalty moves among commoners,
aware of their presence without curiosity.
The sun set, rolling down its curtain
across the stage, leaving the players free
to spend the dark hours as they would.
dramatically disguised as fog,
allowing time for all to find their places.
When the moment came,
and the fog dissolved,
the swan was gone.
(c) poem by David L. Harrison
(c) art by Sladjana Vasic
from GOOSE LAKE, e-published 2011