Today's Poetry Friday roundup offered a bunch of first line prompts, and the instructions were to grab one and leave one (or to grab as many as you wanted, but leave an equal number). In return for the prompt I took, I left a Paul Simon quote: "Maybe love's an accident, or destiny is true, but you and I were born beneath a star of dazzling blue." (Hear it in context below.)
The first line I took was "This poem wants writing," and here's what I did with it:
This poem wants writing
and I’m the one to do it.
This poem needs putting down on paper
so here goes.
This poem, floating around in the atmosphere,
ought to be grabbed and immobilized.
This poem longs to be read
and it can’t be, unless it’s written.
This poem is getting tired of waiting
and I’m still dilly-dallying.
This poem is leaving now, flitting away,
off to find someone to write it.
Ruth, from thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
I read a bunch of Jane Kenyon poems this summer, and here's one I liked. Most of us have the same view most days. We may travel sometimes, but we come back to the same life, and that's the life we have to work with, not anyone else's. The trick is to keep finding inspiration in that life, to keep seeing it even though it's so familiar.
In Several Colors
Every morning, cup of coffee
in hand, I look out at the mountain.
Ordinarily it's blue, but today
it's the color of an eggplant.
And the sky turns
from gray to pale apricot
as the sun rolls up
Main Street in Andover
I study the cat's face
and find a trace of white
around each eye, as if
he made himself up today
for a part in the opera.