Here we have no window-screens
With our fresh air, we get bees
Bees stumble in, drunk on sun-bloom;
drunk on summer’s breath, they bumble
against the glass
Glass is this medium they can’t comprehend;
they know sky-grass-floral, but impermeable air?
They beat hopelessly against it, the bees
On golden days, I open windows
and help them leave
Bright wind under sun-gleaming sky
on this of all days why do you thunder
the shutters, shudder the roof?
Do you want us to recall your ravages
even as earth resurges, assert your authority
over clinging things below?
(Do you not know this is the time
for gentle rebirth? Do you not
know we are far from the sea of your dominion?)
Does it please you, tearing heads from tulips
Forcing new-bloomed trees to bow
in wanton rain of pink-gold-white?
(Will you take me up and outward whirling
soul-flashing on your flight?)
Inspired by NaPoWriMo’s prompt: Write a poem of questions.
Bird-song, breeze-song, cloud-daubed blue sky
Green green green green green
Bark-brown, chair-brown, mulch-brown, stone-brown
White blossom (set off by green)
Pale pink, deep pink, fuchsia (pinks’ pink)
Plummy, scarlet, blush
Soft yellow, glow yellow, speckled-on-the-leaves yellow
Two kinds of greens we can eat
Inspired by today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: Look out the window and make lists of what you see (nouns, verbs, colors); mix and match to make a poem. It was a beautiful day so I skipped the window view and went straight to the patio. I think I got stuck on the colors…