The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was:
Today, I challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does. I think of the “surprise” ending to this James Wright Poem as a model for the effect I’m hoping you’ll achieve. An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details.
This is the first poem of this sort that I've ever written. I'm thankful for prompts that stretch my creative strings.
Truth Be Told
All day school children,
excited for the things of Spring,
have tossed stones into an angry sea
while somewhere outside Sunrise, Texas
a man plows for the rapture of an
early Fall harvest as his wife bakes
sugar cookies, six mits deep and smiling.
I, too, am giddy of Spring and her
new beginnings; the warm air is a
soft spell the sky Gods have smeared
across my early April morning.
I sit with notebook and drink,
allow the bumblebee buzz to lull me
into a sort of meek half-sleep.
Bright sun kisses my face,
a half-sung wind-song.
Everything is calm, quiet, bright
and I have been living a lie.