Melodic and whispering Birdsong,
Joined by the enthralling sound of wind,
I escaped the night into the
Bewilderment what’s causing the water’s
Outpouring in my solemn face.
Spring has come and for Each
Blossom of this delicate alluring flower,
Every part is a journey of remembering
That in my brokenness, a wandering stranger held the
Pieces of my shattered self, and jointly smell:
The essence of the delicate life that I –
In my solitary distant world, know
Be set free. I take my time, and Yes! you’re
Intriguing, yet jaunty presence so very close
I can tell you’re with me by-and-by.
I am personally enjoying today’s writing prompt for NaPoWriMo – golden shovel. This form was invented by Terrance Hayes in his poem, The Golden Shovel. The last word for each line of Haye’s poem is from Gwendolyn Brook’s poem We Real Cool.
Well, it’s a bit of tricky form to follow for a poem, but it can be made simpler by choosing a short poem to shovel-ize. In recognition to one of my favorite poets, I picked a Rumi’s translated poem from Coleman Bark’s – Rumi: The Book of Love. If you read the ending word of every line from the poem written above, you are reading this Rumi’s poem – Birdsong, Wind …
the water’s face.
Each flower, remembering the smell:
I know you’re close by.