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:
Perhaps in some way when the coin is tossed both beginning and end is summoned.. a shining write xo
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.
The stitching of sails put a smile on my face... and the "wonder which comes first the beginning or the end". This is perfect.
Very beautiful. I love the movement
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.
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.
The free flowing thoughts created a beautifully visual poem that I was lost in...a world of lovely images that just keeps going.
This is so beautiful.. especially love the idea of 'stitching of sail'..
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!
Love the free-wheeling thoughts in this poem and the philosophical musings.
Love this!
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.
Love the imagery of slow movement all over reminding of imperceptible passage of time. Beautiful.
Nice cyclic enveloping of all the details of the trip.
The sailing metaphor cascades beautifully through this. Writing poetry, truly is a voyage.
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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