Sunday, July 30, 2017

How to Write a Poem/ The Sunday Whirl -- Sunday's Whirligig -- Poets United


HOW TO WRITE A POEM

how to write a poem            when your mind is empty    you look out

across the sweet scent of sage        to the horizon           try to remember/surrender

to the early morning             the past appears                   what a surprise

think about someone            who sailed the archaic boat     green against the blue sea

           

the joy of it all                      the laughter we shared        as we stitched the sails       

and scanned the horizon     sea gulls followed                  the little black dog

as he swam                            in the waves              that sparkled and reflected the

morning light                        he heat of the sun               warmed our skin

                       

the deceit was           that we thought it real          the mermaids with yellow hair       

the seashells we collected   best of all                   we wouldn’t grow old          

thought it would last forever         such a silly “think”   since nothing ever does

everything ends                    as surely as it begins             the trip is over



we flip a shiny silver coin                 bend down to pick it up       heads or tails

we begin again                      …we wonder which comes first      the beginning or the end


July 30, 2017

16 comments:

Jae Rose said...

Perhaps in some way when the coin is tossed both beginning and end is summoned.. a shining write xo

Sherry Marr said...

Oh I can almost smell the sage of the desert....and then the salt of the sea. I could see those sails.......feel the foreverness of the moment in time, now a golden memory. Very beautiful, Annell.

Magaly Guerrero said...

The stitching of sails put a smile on my face... and the "wonder which comes first the beginning or the end". This is perfect.

Rene Foran said...

Very beautiful. I love the movement

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

I would suggest that our dreams/poems/visions are real in a way that we can't quite explain, which, of course, is why we keep trying to! I so enjoyed this poem, Annell. It's a fine piece of work.

Cressida de Nova said...

Thought provoking...the beginning or the end? We thought it would last forever. Age creeps up on us and we become aware of our mortality.

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

The free flowing thoughts created a beautifully visual poem that I was lost in...a world of lovely images that just keeps going.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is so beautiful.. especially love the idea of 'stitching of sail'..

Mary said...

You did very well...if it was really true that your mind was empty when you sat down to write a poem. Smiles! I like the collection of joys you shared. I wonder too which comes first - the beginning or the end. My hope is that the end will be the beginning of something good. Smiles. As always, a thought-provoking write!

Sarah Russell said...

Love the free-wheeling thoughts in this poem and the philosophical musings.

ayala said...

Love this!

Old Egg said...

Even though you wrote about the "adventure" throughout the poem there was the feeling of loss and emptiness as our life's bucket has nothing left in it.

Sumana Roy said...

Love the imagery of slow movement all over reminding of imperceptible passage of time. Beautiful.

Paul John Dear said...

Nice cyclic enveloping of all the details of the trip.

Wendy Bourke said...

The sailing metaphor cascades beautifully through this. Writing poetry, truly is a voyage.

Sok Sareth said...

I was gripped by this poem...the ascent and descent are perfect metaphors and the sadness of the final hike comes through so strongly.

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