a new poem

For the Skagit Valley Writers’ League meeting last week, we were given the following words to write into a poem. We had to choose at least seven of them. It was a fun exercise and what follows is my poem. No name has emerged yet. Can you suggest one?

Sky                fable               pixilated

Muddy           giddy             gruff

Swan            ripping           nincompoop

Sunset          morgue         hooligans

Poppies         synergy

As evening came the glowing gold of sunset washed across the fields

I strove towards home and crossing, as it were, a stream, I drank

The pure and bubbly waters and allayed my thirst. Light-headed with relief

I raised my eyes to wonders now awakening in that holy space.

 

The poppies bowed and danced, blood red in the iridescent light.

The song of life they sang was filled with sorrow at the arrogance of men

Who fight and kill and somehow believe in fables of dominance and power

The wisdom of the poppies as they yielded to the wind now shouted to the sky

And one solitary, pure white swan held aloft by that same wind

Answered with a swoosh of wing beats, ripping silence into shreds

 

And I was giddy with relief that no longer does the morgue of death hold fast

The lives of those who err in foolishness and pride

It yields, instead to life now soaring, dancing, rising above the muddy fields

Of our illusions.

poppies by the wall

poppies by the wall

About dmdubay

Since retiring from Northwest Airlines and moving to the Pacific Northwest, I have more time to devote to writing. My first novel, "Tales of Two Sisters" was published over a year ago. I have been writing poetry for a long time and am attempting to collate my poetry into a short book, with pictures. A sequel to "Tales of Two Sisters" should be getting closer to completion soon. Gardening and tending the vineyard take a lot of time in the summer. Even though I love the outdoors, these activities do cut down on my writing. So I appreciate that wintertime allows me time to write. Writing, for me, is what brings things into focus and helps me to make sense of the things that life brings. It is a gift to me and I hope that it will be to you also.
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1 Response to a new poem

  1. René says:

    What a great poem! I love how you incorporated seemingly unrelated words into a beautifully crafted poem! And with a powerful message 😊

    Like

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