Friday, April 15, 2016

NaPoWriMo Day #14

I wasn't really inspired to write with form (which was the prompt at the official NaPoWriMo site today), so  I decided to write a poem today without using any prompts.

I wrote this as I sat outside and reflected today.  Just the sunshine, birdsong, and me.


The Third Week of Spring

I used to never sit
outside in Spring,
these days I can't
stop watching the grass
age at the edge of the
back steps, green and dried
before the prime of its time,
I suppose too much sitting
in one spot can be a bad thing.
Chimes ring early and mating
season is catching wind,
birds singing jovially from
straw nest to old stove pipe,
a place to shade their feathers
from the setting sun that usually
hits its peak at 7:30 p.m. prompt.
I watch it fade as well:
my mind a window,
eyes and pen a capture lens.
Like a Buddha, still as death
on a porch chair, my
hidden-stoop view into the world.
I'm growing wise with age,
no even the bugs annoy me these days.
Not even the noisy beat-speakers
from cars-full of careless teenagers.
Not even the rain as it begins
to fall across my lap,
nor the dogs who play in
the evening commute traffic.
Let them feel the danger.
Let my ears listen, unaltered
by weather or will or time.
I allow myself to feel things now,
without tying myself to conception,
without clipping the photo too short.
These days I choose to see
the bigger view in everything.
Ears sharp to the April thunder,
I dance my bare feet into the
lightening at the edge
of the window-pane, unafraid.

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