When I say hello
to lamplight
the glowing globe
beside the brick
warmed
warming
Under our front window,
is it raining? Is it snowing?
See the drops bounce
and hiss, the flakes
feather the globe
This is four o’clock.
This is five. This is
home
NaPoWriMo, Day 17 prompt: Write a poem of greeting.
I love these three lines:
#See the drops bounce
#and hiss, the flakes
#feather the globe
Such nice imagery, and *sound*. Excellent.
Thank you, Matt! I had to reach for “feather,” so I’m glad you liked it!
i love the imagery, familiar in feel but wrapped in wonderful words.
Thank you for the kind words you left about my angry-feeling haiku late today. I appreciate it.
Thanks so much, Mary Beth!
You are so darned lovely!
Awww … So are you, Liesl. Thanks so much!
What is it about the voice in your poems that I love so much? When I figure it out, I will tell you.
Thanks so much, David! I feel like it took a while to develop any type of voice — I was in my own way a lot of the time. I’m so glad to hear that I now have one.🙂
You sound like a natural to me. The voice is authentic, easy to hear in my head, and believable on the tongue, even when the poem takes a turn into delightful absurdity, It takes itself seriously enough without becoming maudlin or precocious. In other words, you are easy for a reader to trust and want to follow. So few poets these days give me that in the first few lines.
I am now replying to your reply to my reply.🙂 How can I ever thank you enough for what you’ve said here? It means a lot to me, especially since you work so much with the voice and sound of poems. I always try to keep from tipping over toward the maudlin or precocious, or just “too much” in any direction. It’s very gratifying to hear that you think I achieve that balance. Thank you, thank you, thank you …