Thursday, February 4, 2010

Waiting to Play





This is another "walking" poem.


I had no idea, when I took up walking as a regular, daily pursuit, that it would also lead to poetry ... or at least fragments of thought that might become something akin to poetry.


But there's something about the rhythm, the cadence of walking, that seems to stimulate words and phrases.


When this happens, I try to keep them in mind until I get home ... where I used to sit at the kitchen table while I jotted them down to share with Phyllis later.


Now I usually head to the computer.


In this case a scattering of leaves on the sidewalk caught my attention.


It struck me that they looked like colorful, broken pieces ... how the sunlight danced across them ... and some of them seemed to come to life when a breeze came gliding through.


From there it was just a short leap to imagining that the leaves were really waiting for children to come out to play with them.


Those images turned into this little poem:


WAITING TO PLAY


The leaves lie
like broken pieces
of fine porcelain,
catching sunlight
in the autumn quiet,
stirring slightly
as a breeze comes
gliding through,
but mostly they’re
waiting for children
to come romping out
to play with them.
© 1999
(originally published in 
Capper's)
Today's word: romping

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