Window Stay – Day 30

GloPoWriMo 2019

Day 30:  Prompt minimalist poem

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Window Stay      

 

lost

one small pin

in a strong gust of wind

 

Benita H. Kape © 30.4.2019

Our final GloNaPoWriMo 2019 day.  You will see there are two versions of the poem here. I prefer the first due to syntax.  I messed for ages with the visual and not till later did I realise I’d missed two words. Whether I can reverse that picture above I’m not sure. I just go until I get it right. Cheers to all who have taken part. See you next year. But will continue to catch up on our April writings. ‘Til later.

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We Have the Best of It – Day 29

GloPoWriMo 2019

 Day 29: Prompt, a poem of meditation

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We Have the Best of It.  

(a meditation on a change of season)

 

There is outside my window a hibiscus bush.

I meditate on this; a few florets, a rich engrossing

red. They become smaller at this time of the year.

 

Though smaller in width the blooms assume

a blowsy show with closer packing of this

their double bloom, for lack of thorn

cannot parade as a rose. Nothing like

the rose either in texture and frills.

Next to it another hibiscus, single

in her bloom and being orange/yellow

more a sister to the sun.

 

I meditate on the survival of these

two sturdy bushes, the alcove

suits them well. They are hardy,

lacking water and nutrient

and never let me down.

 

Only one of these bushes is

in need of pruning back this year.

It’s the red and, as if she meditates

on me, she blooms these several

small but vivid blooms to a lack

lustre sun.

 

I beat the next grey shower, plucking

all blooms that opened for the day;

spent blooms of yesterday I gently toss

at her feet and go indoors to float

a summer brilliance of florets

in a bowl trying not to meditate

on the change of yet another

season. I wait now, a strangely

similar bloom, the camellias

early buds almost ready to form

and will be the next in show.

But today I meditate on hibiscus.

Here sturdy and subtropical.

 

Being on the cusp of things

our season changes are a little sad

but never severe. We have the best of it. a

 

Benita H. Kape © 30.4.2019

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