Today's prompts from Write Better Poetry and NaPoWriMo: (1) Write a "new" poem (in whatever sense of the word you wish), and (2) "try writing a poem in which you describe something that cannot speak, and what it has taught or told you."
I must say, I have been enjoying the sample poems that Maureen has been using this month as examples of, or lead-ins to, her prompts. Today it was "Ocean" by Robinson Jeffers, and you can find it here.
Here's my result of combining the prompts:
New Grass
Now it is still a sea of light brown,
dead blades of zoysia that weathered winter
out my front and back doors.
Here and there,
wild onion and dandelion poke up
through its tough network of roots.
This is first green I see,
and while I fret the weeds
and their first yellow flowers,
the lawn seems to whisper, Patience—
time, sun, and water.
We are not dead, only dormant.
I should know this by now.
With help, the lawn will be lush green
and ripe for mowing by the first of May.
If only I were so confident
that I could return so strongly every year.
dead blades of zoysia that weathered winter
out my front and back doors.
wild onion and dandelion poke up
through its tough network of roots.
and while I fret the weeds
and their first yellow flowers,
time, sun, and water.
I should know this by now.
With help, the lawn will be lush green
If only I were so confident
that I could return so strongly every year.
1 comment:
"dead blades of zoysia" wow ... learned a new word! Bravo.
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