Celebrating National Poetry Month
Have you written a poem this week? If you could pick one moment from the past week to write a poem about, what would it be? Why not sit down and write a short poem about it?
Here is another one of my first drafts -- or maybe it would be more accurate to say second draft writing, first draft poem. I have a notebook where I jot down ideas for poems to come back to later. Often it is just a title, or just one phrase. In this case, just a few weeks ago while we were in the last stubborn throes of winter, I was delighted by the rare sight of an indigo bunting outside the kitchen window. He was near the bird feeder, but not at the feeder. The experience was so delightful, I wanted to write about it. To make sure I didn't forget the moment, I jotted down some prose descriptions of the moment. Today I returned to my notes to use as a source for a new poem. As stated before, a first draft poem will change later, but this is how it looks today.
An Indigo Bunting stopped by today.
Glancing up at the window
From his perch near the ground,
We both gave a knowing nod.
While others crowded the feeder
He opted instead to forage about
Amongst old flower pots
Brown and withered by winter.
He hopped about
Casting the occasional glance my way.
We communed for a moment –
Two souls preferring the margins over the center.
As fluttering sparrows,
A wide-eyed grackle,
And an interloping squirrel
To occupy the feeder.
Indigo quietly eased further out
With one last nod my way
As he headed
For the next
~ Charles Kininaird