Reaching for Beyond

For this week’s Weekly Scribblings at Poets and Storytellers United, we are writing micro-poetry, so I wrote this tanka today.


Longing for my God —
Weeping willow-branch reaching
For what’s out of reach —
Her long hair falling groundward
While the trunk continues strong

Jewels

This poem is a response to this prompt about wildlife. There’s plenty I could have written about, even in the city where I live, because plenty of birds, butterflies, lizards, and other animals live in the garden in my backyard. Today I was particularly inspired by being in a park with a lake earlier. The water sparkled, and so did some of the insects. Also linked to DVerse OLN.


Jewels on the lake:
Helicopter-dragonfly
Hovers in the sun

A Day in April

What happens when a survivor
Wants to stop surviving?
This piece of identity
Crumbling

What happens when the birds
Make her so happy,
But their songs fly
Like their wings?

What happens is, even when
April is new-born and sunny,
There is an understanding
Of what Eliot meant

When he said April is the cruelest month.

 

This is so not the poem I intended to write, but life has a way of throwing stuff at us, right? Hooray for being able to respond to NaPoWriMo day 23 and the Weekly Scribblings at PSU.