Wednesday, April 11, 2012

NaPoWriMo, Day 11

Today’s prompt from Poetic Asides: Pick a season (any season) and make it the title of your poem; then, write your poem. For instance, your poem might be titled “Winter” or “Spring” or “Rabbit Season” (if you have a sense of humor and like Looney Tunes cartoons).


I wait winterlong for you to wake
from a slumber that has kept your
long limbs immobile.

Your night stand has become a
mini mausoleum, nothing disturbed
from when you last touched it:
your alarm clock frozen at 11:14,
your hair brush with long, blonde
pieces of you half off the stained wood.

Every night I visit the sterile space
you encompass now, watch your fingers
and toes in hopes that they respond when
I sing your favorite song, fill the room
with tulips of every color.

When spring arrives, your garden blooms
and I swear I see you carrying a watercan,
hear the buzz of your name on the honeybees,
hold the hope that you will bloom again
among the machines that hold your breath.

1 comment:

  1. This is really working - the movement from the tulips in three to the garden in four.