Happy New Year all! I am posting this for dVerse Poets Pub “poetics” prompt about the reflection that comes at the end and beginning of a year. Ironically, Mark Kerstetter, the wonderful host of today’s prompt used a photograph of a leaf in his article. My poem, below, a sonnet of sorts (on I guess accepting the way things are), was also inspired by leaf shapes.
The lily pad is formed like a spoon of heart,
holly a pronged sleigh. Look out for three points–
my leg itches at the thought–there is no part
of me–not organ, not digits, not joints,
not susceptible to mind’s suggestion
(like a house plant that blossoms to Mozart
and cringes at a din). No. My question
is how to put the horse before the cart,
how to let the soul’s true shape unfold
outside the mold of to think and then to be;
that is, not to ask why, or wait to be told,
but to just accept pi (what rounds), gravity
(what makes for fall), and Death’s shade (from Day One),
while we earthgrown still will–must–seek out the sun.
Have a wonderful, thoughtful, safe, healthy, happy, New Year.
I myself realize that what I am hoping for most is kindness–to receive it, of course, but more, to give it–to overcome all those obstacles that sometimes come in the way of being as kind as I would like to be. (Agh.)