Wednesday, April 04, 2012

Today's Challenge

Word Palette Exercise
 The poem below could be viewed as a word palette.  Don’t imitate this poem, but borrow its vocabulary as your word supply. Use the words in a very different order to say something quite different.  This is another way a poem can be a trampoline.
    Mind Wanting More

Only a beige slat of sun
above the horizon, like a shade pulled
not quite down.  Otherwise,
clouds.  Sea rippled here and
there.  Birds reluctant to fly.
The mind wants a shaft of sun to
stir the grey porridge of clouds,
an osprey to stitch sea to sky
with its barred wings, some dramatic
music: a symphony, perhaps
a Chinese gong.

But the mind always
wants more than it has --
one more bright day of sun,
one more clear night in bed
with the moon; one more hour
to get the words right; one
more chance for the heart in hiding
to emerge from its thicket
in dried grasses -- as if this quiet day
with its tentative light weren't enough,
as if joy weren't strewn all around.
  ~ Holly Hughes ~

My take, short and sweet because today was a hectic day and I had little time for writing.

Clouds pile like porridge
in a blue sky bowl; let awe
fill in for a spoon.


Brian Miller said...

sea music
a symphony
this quiet day


i like your verse as well...loving the awe...

Out on the prairie said...

What a lovely finish to a wonderful photo.

Stafford Ray said...

'let awe fill in for a spoon' indeed.
it is writ that in some ancient cultures, it was believed the sky was a blue bowl in the day and at night, a black bowl. The stars were holes through which light leaked in.