As I very belatedly inch closer to the completion of my National Poetry Month Challenge, I find myself thinking of writing in more determined ways. Having said that, it is still hard to find time to write. I wrote the following on the way home from vacation while stuck in D.C. traffic. Though they were brewing in my head before then.
The first one is about flying kites. When I get a chance this week, I may devote a whole entry to flying kites on the beach. It is incredibly relaxing once they're up in the air. Having written that poem, I wondered how many other poems had been written about kites and speculate that I don't read enough poetry. And finally, I had been meaning to write a poem about waves all week, but never could figure out how to start it, and it occurred to me, I don't really want to tell you about those waves. Kind of like how I felt on no - picture day during the Bored & Brilliant challenge, I feel not telling you about them makes them some how more mine.
NPMC2015 Poem 21:
"Kite Flying"
It's almost like
it's you up there
pulling taught against
the string
flapping, fighting, flopping
spinning with the wind
until suddenly you're soaring
gliding in the sky
bobbing gently in your place
the slack line
beneath you
nothing more
than evidence
of where you came
Time
suspended
but all things must end
the breeze in your hair
the light in the sky
and credence must be given
once again to your feet
digging into the ground
NPMC2015 Poem 22:
"Advice for the Novice"
To say what no one
else has said
you must know
what all they have said
Else every word
you utter
will seem brand new
as if you invented language
and thinking
and hard will be
your humility
when others go unimpressed
umoved
and yawn at your naiivety
your duplications
your knock off
inspirations
that moved
only your world
just enough that
you almost caught up
to those that forged the path
ahead of you
Instead you should follow
in their well tread footsteps
learning and journaling
as you go
and when you reach the end
push forward
push further
and lengthen that trail for those
who will follow you
NPMC2015 Poem 23:
"Waves"
I will tell you of the sand
the endless grains beneath my toes
the cool, loving manner
in which they made way for me
and of the breeze
how it came and went
pushing and rushing past
and pulling me after
and the shells
broken and scattered and beautiful
rough and round and cracked between my fingers
and of the sun and clouds and moon
how they watched me from above
and how my son filled with joy
his laughter echoing into the sky
as I tried to grasp them down as gifts
bounding higher and higher along the shore
his glad giggles fueling my leaps
and even of the foam I'll tell you
how it warmed our knees
and lingered in the tide
but not about the waves
those powerful ups and downs
moving me, fighting me, bringing me back to life
those, those I will keep
all to myself
The first one is about flying kites. When I get a chance this week, I may devote a whole entry to flying kites on the beach. It is incredibly relaxing once they're up in the air. Having written that poem, I wondered how many other poems had been written about kites and speculate that I don't read enough poetry. And finally, I had been meaning to write a poem about waves all week, but never could figure out how to start it, and it occurred to me, I don't really want to tell you about those waves. Kind of like how I felt on no - picture day during the Bored & Brilliant challenge, I feel not telling you about them makes them some how more mine.
NPMC2015 Poem 21:
"Kite Flying"
It's almost like
it's you up there
pulling taught against
the string
flapping, fighting, flopping
spinning with the wind
until suddenly you're soaring
gliding in the sky
bobbing gently in your place
the slack line
beneath you
nothing more
than evidence
of where you came
Time
suspended
but all things must end
the breeze in your hair
the light in the sky
and credence must be given
once again to your feet
digging into the ground
NPMC2015 Poem 22:
"Advice for the Novice"
To say what no one
else has said
you must know
what all they have said
Else every word
you utter
will seem brand new
as if you invented language
and thinking
and hard will be
your humility
when others go unimpressed
umoved
and yawn at your naiivety
your duplications
your knock off
inspirations
that moved
only your world
just enough that
you almost caught up
to those that forged the path
ahead of you
Instead you should follow
in their well tread footsteps
learning and journaling
as you go
and when you reach the end
push forward
push further
and lengthen that trail for those
who will follow you
NPMC2015 Poem 23:
"Waves"
I will tell you of the sand
the endless grains beneath my toes
the cool, loving manner
in which they made way for me
and of the breeze
how it came and went
pushing and rushing past
and pulling me after
and the shells
broken and scattered and beautiful
rough and round and cracked between my fingers
and of the sun and clouds and moon
how they watched me from above
and how my son filled with joy
his laughter echoing into the sky
as I tried to grasp them down as gifts
bounding higher and higher along the shore
his glad giggles fueling my leaps
and even of the foam I'll tell you
how it warmed our knees
and lingered in the tide
but not about the waves
those powerful ups and downs
moving me, fighting me, bringing me back to life
those, those I will keep
all to myself
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