It’s National Poetry Writing Month again. I do so love a challenge, and while I make no promises to write to any particular prompt or style, today’s poem was inspired by napowrimo.net’s prompt which invites us to write a prose poem including conversation and involving the body. I was inspired by Robert Haa’s “A Story About the Body” to create my own conversation concerning our physical forms.
The green light casts a galaxy on wet asphalt as we drive through the cemetery gates. Road noise creates a welcome vacuum, which my son soon breaks: “Father looked funny. He didn’t have his usual grin.” Well, there’s a good chance they broke his bones to give him a smile, I think. And his eyes, sunken gardens, planted in their sockets, reduced to seeds. But I couldn’t tell a seven-year-old these things. “Cosmetics can only compensate for lack of color, dear.” I say and steer, but when I hear weeping, I am reminded that life is constant motion — head, shoulders, limbs, toes — and the eyes adjusting to movement. While breathing, we are celestial bodies, but in death, we shrink back to molecular stardust.
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Wonderful piece, K. Love the powerful last line. Amazing.💕
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Thank you kindly, Grace. The opening line came driving home in a spring rain. 💜
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That’s beautiful , K. Thanks for sharing.💕
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BLAMMO Good, K. Perfect for the prompt. Perfect without it. Salute.
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Thank you, Ron. 💜GoodI’ve knocked it out of the park early so expectations and lower from here on in.😂
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You nailed it. 👏👏👏
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Oh, excellent. Thank you, Hobbo.💜They should have a show like the cake one for poem writing so we can use that saying in the regular. 😂
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Very poignant words, coupled with such vivid descriptions that really bring the scene to life! ❤
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Thank you kindly, Tom. The galaxy in asphalt appeared driving home last night after a heavy rain. So happy to see the startling line of my weekend. Now to party it up with a glass of wine (or two) and a good book. 😂
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wonderfully creative; great ending !
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Thank you. 😃
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This is so vivid and powerful!
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Thank you. 💜I woke early to write for NaPoWriMo before this never-ending day began. Finally a weekend oasis!!!
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‘The green light casts a galaxy on wet asphalt’ – love how you take us straight into the cosmos.
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Thank you. A driving gem. 😊
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Awesome prose poem, K. I adore the comparisons between human beings and the universe. It’s just so. 💜
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Thank you. I was happy for my after-rain drive last night to see those lights reflected. Here’s to a wonderful month of good, bad, and so-so poetry. Cheers.
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You’re most welcome. Indeed. It will be a wonderful month. I’m looking forward to crafting it, and reading all of it. 😅Cheers.
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Cheers🍷
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Gorgeous.
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