Hello to all. It is a lovely rainy morning in dry, dry Texas. Here is my response to the We Write Poems‘ prompt that asks us to: Describe some part of your environment; be generous in detail (this is called “making it real”), bringing the reader right over your shoulder for this poem. Don’t worry about being simple, about not making the scene dramatic. Give yourself permission to observe in raw direct detail, observe then describe. You know, even a “still life” actually moves! Maybe something of your relationship as observer, then participant, will grant more understanding and meaning for you (that’s also fine to include, but please, simplicity this week). Use as many of your senses as seems right for you.
and across the wall of windows
to my left, a cardinal flashes red
before threading himself into
an overgrown bush; a flight
of grackles lands on the lawn
pecking through the drought dry
grass, until the roar of a garbage truck
startles them back into the air.
Later, two grackles return to dance.
One points its beak skyward
stretching its throat while the other
dips and bobs, an offering
held in its beak. They leap at each
other in a tussle of feathers before
flying off, leaving me
my coffee, my pen, my paper.
Sort of process notes, because I almost didn’t come to this party: When I read the prompt I thought: Lovely. I like describing the environment. But when I looked around me and the environment that surrounds where I write, I was overwhelmed by how much there is. I couldn’t find a start point. Then, I looked out the window, one of my favourite things to do, and what I wrote the poem about is what happened at that moment
To my regulars, head over to We Write Poems to read a few more poems from this prompt. I know I don’t need to tell any of the We Write Poemers to do that!
See you tomorrow for my thoughts on poetic inversions; Friday for this week’s roundup of places to find prompts; and Tuesday for another open prompt.