I knew at some point this month I wanted to use my paint chip poetry to write an “M” poem. So I went through my paint chips and found a handful of ‘m’ words and got to composing. And then I realized neither paint chip nor poetry were very ‘m’ like. The thesaurus to the rescue! Minstrelsy can be a synonym for poetry. The day is saved!
(Paint chip words are bolded.)
I stare out the window.
I long for something.
I tell myself it is good to be still.
I breath deep.
I look for a mystical connection to the brewing monsoon storm.
I miss living in four seasons,
each flower in their turn:
morning glory's, marigolds, chrysanthemums, mistletoe.
I am out of rhythm with the world.
I hear the rumble of thunder,
smell the rain,
feel the warmth of the sun's rays peeking out from behind the clouds.
I look for the rainbow.
(The day is lost! Why does my preview/published post look nothing like the formatting on my draft screen? I don’t want paragraphs, it is a poem, I want lines! I switch from paragraph to verse but now there would need to be a lot of scrolling? Ah, I had to retype everything because when I was in paragraph mode I added spaces to make lines without making new paragraphs. The day is again saved! And I learned something helpful. Double score!)
As luck would have it my son’s spring break actually falls over the first day of spring. Yeah! While the rest of the world looks to go to someplace warm for spring break I typically look for one last taste of winter before resigning myself to the summer heat of the desert. Through the wonders of technology here is a green paint chip poem to celebrate the First Day of Spring while I am off in Santa Fe! (The paint chip words are bolded.)
I sip a glass of iced tea garnished
with a sprig of mint.
It is the first day of spring
and fittingly the first really pleasant day of the year.
Delightfully warm and sunshiny,
I consider my options.
No leaves on the trees yet so that is a no.
A walk on the beach to search for sea glass?
Hmm, too windy.
There was no sense dealing with the
prickly bramble patch without fruit to show
for all the scratches gained.
A slog along the river bank to see the newly green ferns?
But it would be so muddy with the recent snowmelt.
Ahh, I know just the thing.
I take a blanket out to my own backyard and lay in the sun near the clover patch. I look for a four leaf clover until I find one.
How lucky for me to spend this glorious first day of Spring
in my own backyard.
I didn’t participate in this week’s 99 word flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch. The topic didn’t grab me. But I still felt like writing something and realized I hadn’t done a paint chip poem in awhile. I chose grays and a touch of blue in honor of actually having winter this year. Rain today and tomorrow, maybe even a little snow mixed in, how exciting!
Without further ado here is my poem. The paint chip words are bolded:
No blue suede shoes today
I thought looking out the window
The wild blue yonder
hidden by a steely gray mass of
I was loath to leave my cozy castle
for the harsh outside world
but bills must be paid
I headed to my skyscraper office
happy to not see the scary gargoyle on the corner
hidden from view
by the torrents of rain falling from the sky
With no warning
the icy rain
changed to snow
and the whole outlook of my day changed
I lingered on the sidewalk glad to be caught out in the
floating feathers of snowflakes