Day 18: National Poetry Month
Words like rest, relaxation, recreation sprang to mind. But after watering wilting houseplants and venturing out into a light rain for lunch, now sitting here listening to the steady, rhythmic, head-pounding percussion of droplets against the metal chimney, the word “renewal” elbowed its way to into my forehead.
“Stop knocking,” I moaned. Some of the pain stems from the fact that I whacked my head on the doorframe of my car last night after a nice, long walk in the park with a friend. Exercise is good. Drinking water during a hike is important. Being able to bend my body low enough to miss the doorframe and not give myself a concussion, complete with tweety birds? That would’ve been amazing.
Well, one out of three goals accomplished – five miles down. As for the concussion? Who knows – I – I woke up this morning so I’m going to call that a win.
I told Erin Penn I was going to quote her, and this seems an appropriate time:
“If you eat 100% of the grain, there is nothing to plant for the next harvest. Keep something back so you can grow.”
Today’s prompts include “high/low” and the words:
- At the speed of darkness
- Muscle
- Isolated entities
I have taken Erin’s advice and held a bit in reserve for later.
Never the Twain Shall Meet
Apex and nadir, entities
isolated, suspended
within the teeming middle ground
of average, ordinary
mediocrity—rendered
toothless and benign.
Matter, antimatter—light
at the speed of darkness—
opposites attract. Membranous
muscled center shrinks,
squished.
Shapeless.
Safe.
Other National Poetry Month Posts
- National Poetry Month, Texas Style!
- Apricots: a Tanka Encompassing Three Prompts
- Bee Sting: Day 2 of National Poetry Month
- Cacophony and CBD: Day 3 in Nonsense Verse and Found Poetry
- Technically, a Writer: Day 3 of National Poetry Month
- Dive: Day 4 of National Poetry Month
- Storm Front: Day 4 of National Poetry Month
- Energized: Day 5 of National Poetry Month
- Grump: Day 5 ½ of National Poetry Month
- Future Frittered Away: Day 6 of National Poetry Month
- Hell, Hell, Hell: Day 7 (More or Less) of National Poetry Month
- Insomnia: Day 8 of National Poetry Month
- Juxtaposition: Day 9 of National Poetry Month
- Knife Edge: Day 10 of National Poetry Month
- Lost a Day: Day 11 of National Poetry Month
- Many Definitions: Day 12 of National Poetry Month
- New Form – Quadrille Quaiku: Day 13 of National Poetry Month
- Ode to Imagination: Day 14 of National Poetry Month
- Pixellated People: Day 15 of National Poetry Month
- Quintessential, Querulous Quintet: Day 16/17 of National Poetry Month
- Renewal: Day 18 of National Poetry Month
- Secrets of the Terrarium: Day 19/20 of National Poetry Month
Your Turn!
What are the highs and lows of your week, so far?
Do you think opposites attract or drive each other farther apart?
Wow, what a take away from my little comment. Thank you!
And my attempt on the poetry prompts
I did not mean to run so fast
to outpace the light
To reach the speed of darkness
Where only dawn outruns the night.
Isolated entities the light and the night
Darkness and bright
Gaining both muscle and might.
I did not mean to run so fast
I forgot what was right.