Gaahh! Falling (even more) behind. I hope to catch up to Day 22 tonight so I can be current (for me) going into the final day tomorrow.
This poem is a combined response to Maureen Thorson’s prompt from yesterday, “space,”and from Day 21, “hay(na)ku,” or 1-2-3 form.
[I'm taking suggestions for a title again!]
This
blue-gray
gray-blue day:
bay,
Lummi Island,
water-color clouds.
Rain
ceases, sky
beckons me out.
Now
space expands:
big-leaf maples
open
their wide
green-fingered hands.
This is really nice, almost haikuish in the the feel if one can look beyond the length. I love the play on syllables exchanging consonants in the first and second stanza. besides alliteration, does that play have a technical name in poetry? Water color clouds, and green fingered hands works magically. — Beautiful
Thank you, Reno. Interesting question you ask about sounds–and after thinking about it pretty hard, I suppose the term we’re looking for is “rhyme”! That doesn’t occur to me naturally since I don’t use exact rhyme very often at all, so the term as well as the use of it, is pretty unfamiliar to me. Thanks for your thought-provoking comment.
what a sneaky little rhythm —expands and hands gives to the tail of this
That rhythm snuck up on me, too!
Lovely!
Thank you, Marilyn!
Awesome! I finally just did a “wrap-up” that encompassed all of the days (seven total) that I missed…It was so much pressure! LOL
I hear you about the pressure, Jamy! And I sure enjoyed the Dana Gioia poem you posted today, too.
I am glad you enjoyed it! He really is amazing…:D