What a week! I am trying and failing not to overbook myself. However, I did set aside an entire evening (yesterday evening!) to do NOTHING. I was so, so excited.
I ended up making kale & turkey burgers (on sourdough, natch) with roasted broccoli. That Mt. Evans Butcher’s Rub (salt-free!) is something else on vegetables, I swear. Transcendent.
A brief left turn. Here’s why I love poetry: It’s the method by which I commit memories. I can’t believe I gave up on poetry when I was younger. I have so much to say. So much to remember. I so enjoyed writing several variations on the Day 28 poem (sight.) You’ll see below.
Prompt (Day) 27: Write a Remix Poem
I briefly considered expanding upon my sourdough-themed Day 3 poem (“Write a Smell Poem”), but I was in a bird mood on the 27th. (Might’ve been in enough of a sourdough mood on the 28th, that my choice would have been different.) Let’s blame spring. Here’s a remix of my Day 21 poem! I stress sibilance here.
You Would Assume the Predawn Hours Still You would assume the predawn hours still when machine and nature exchange refrains both declare their belonging, if you listen planes roar above at three-minute intervals I imagine at least one passenger Tweets about the dangers posed to aircraft by birds buntings and phoebes and waxwings below call out at greater frequency, lesser speed my synapses struggle to process the sounds I crave my first sip of coffee, its floral notes instead, I drink in the lamplit primrose like a weed, dozens bloom beside the creek so like a waterfall to arrive after a storm You would assume the predawn hours still.
Prompt (Day) 28: Write a Sight Poem
I decided here to focus on sights which took my breath away or otherwise affected me. I played around with a few moments (and poetry styles!) before landing on the below. I finally fit a poem into a Than-Bauk (Tibetan tercet form)!!!
A Than-Bauk stanza is 3 lines of four syllables each where the last syllable of the first line rhymes with the second-to-last syllable of the second line; both rhyme with the second syllable of the third line. Did I tell you I once misspelled “lightning” in a second-grade spelling bee? So embarrassing. I was speaking too quickly to catch that I’d forgotten the “t.”
I saved my favorite variation (a shadorma style which references a “golden line” in The Aeneid Book 1) in case I’d like to publish it later. The below references an enchanting storm I witnessed while traveling through Nebraska during October 2021. Enjoy!
Flame alights tree Evening storm Lightning crashes
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