My Back Yard
Is a strip
of aluminum foil
twinkling
in the sun.
I sit on the stairs
watching
fish jump
in the canal.
Circular waves
drift toward shore
then die
like ideas
for this poem.
The prompt
lured.
I bit.
But it wasn't enough.
I'm writing
nothing but
widening blankness.
10 comments:
No you are not. You grabbed me with that view of the canal but you dozed off whilst I when on imagining how the scene would develop!
love it,
visual imagery on your backyard in poetic form.
A blank back yard may be a beautiful think..the roll of aluminium foil lured me in..I saw the light dancing on it..like Old Egg..I agree you wrote something great..Jae
i want to be in this blank back yard if i can write something like this. :-)
the first few lines are well thought
Your back yard - your muse. Delightful.
I like the imagery here of the canal as backyard. Seems like plenty, to me!
Oh I loved the imagination of this – this strip of aluminum foil and sitting on the stairs watching fish jump and waves dying like ideas as ideas will do, cheeky as they are!
Sounds like a nice backyard to me. You can see water. I hear traffic and see the hills beyond.
Ah, I disagree about "wandering blankness." That opening was sheer brilliance! (no pun intended) You kept me on edge wondering what more would emerge. Happy SS!
love yr wandering ways in your own backyard....
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