This week's poetry thursday prompt was to write a poem that is 'personal'. Many (though not all) of my poems do come out of personal experience and my family weaves in and out of my work. For this week, I decided to post a poem written in response to a question from a wonderful blog I follow called 'The Dishwasher's Tears'. The poem is neither confessional nor intense, simply and quietly a personal reflection about a series of quiet moments that make up life.
I hope you enjoy it.
My ten year old son slips
a dimpled hand in mine.
We study ants, stalk a tiger-
striped cat. He finds a penny,
tails side up. I learn to conjure
the memory of fireflies. We scan
skyward for the swoop of bats,
never pity the mosquitos.
His older brother calls out
in a man's voice, belly laughs
at the approaching doppler
of an ice cream truck's song.
The dog greets me by the door,
tennis ball in her mouth, hopeful
tail a helicopter. My husband lifts
my hair, cools my neck with kisses.
I love the ending to this poem, and you're right. It is quietly reflective. The Dishwasher's Tears is a great blog, isn't it? I used to read it, until he seemed to stop blogging. But I guess he's back at it again.ReplyDelete
This is a lovely little snapshotReplyDelete
of a summer day. I love the little moments - those are ones we remember. Very nice.
The confessional doesn't need to be all storm and fury, but this simple and clean (and perfectly imaged) revelation. A great gift.ReplyDelete
I love what you've drawn here. Paying attention to the quiet details pays off.ReplyDelete
I'm a big fan of making the everyday the subject matter of poetry. I love how compact and economial the poem is. Nice work.ReplyDelete
Thanks for visiting my blog. I can't wait to explore yours!
I like this - especially the conjuring of fireflies. A nice collection of moments.ReplyDelete
I love the line "I learn to conjure the memory of fireflies." as though children somehow remember this better than us...ReplyDelete
The last lines are also beautifully evocative. Thank you.