After the Storm
Off the slivered moon comes a faint light,
of the sky, a sprinkling
reflected in street puddles
as I night walk,
tip my toe, scattering poems.
Watch them pulsate to life,
silence dispersed,
gently whispering prose.
Mid-day my son,
helmetless, reckless,
rides island's backroads,
saturated and swelling,
amusement overflowing,
a slam celebration;
poems now spirited
with youthful passion and voice.
by Margaret Bednar, August, 24, 2018
Linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - On the Edge of a Starry Night" -
we are to take the line: "In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems" (the last line of E.E. Cummings poem "The Hours Rise Up Putting Off Stars And It is".
I broke up the lines into four segments and used my artistic license:
I changed night walk(s) to "night walk"
and (the) is taken out so it now reads "in street puddles"
12 comments:
Ooh this is absolutely lovely, Margaret!💞 I love the variation to the Cummings line in this poem and the image: "Watch them pulsate to life, silence dispersed,
gently whispering their prose." Thank you so much for writing to the prompt💞
This is really nice, I really love the first line.
Terrific photo. Such a contrast between the night and your reckless son - and 'slam celebration' is a fine line.
oh, wow - tip my toe .... to cause the ripples, to scatter the reflections, the moon, the silver light ~ poems ... pieces of ... or whole .... just delicious!
and then
the wonderful contrast, the counterpoint, which is playful and bold, the vibrant side to the more "quiet" night walk ... how daring and wonderful combination to consider and use; well done Margaret. This is fascinating and heart felt. Great job!
Love the contrast from night walking to the son, riding gleefully, midday.
Oh, I like to think of your scattered poems as verses to grow on. This is beautiful and so joyful.
This is perfect Margaret ... and as always I love it when one of your offspring is featured!
Wonderful, Margaret. I love the detail, the progression, the joy.
poems now spirited
with youthful passion and voice.
Poems can be given a new life if one injects youthful vigor into its simplicity. Often the case in avoiding writer's block perhaps!
Hank
This worked out good, Margaret. The second verse grabs me, I can see those scattered poems become living creatures which are changing to prose.
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I like the short lines - they convey the images very well.
I like the contrast between the last line of the first stanza and the first line of the third... a very clear picture.
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