Day 22 of NaPoWriMo. Today is Earth Day, so the prompt was to write a “pastoral” poem. I was leaning towards a particular idea, but ended up writing a ghazal, instead.
I remember the morning walk in the park this evening Woodpecker is drilling the tree bark this evening. Drive from work meanders across fescue grass fields, The blades sway, under gentle breeze, and arc this evening. The brook on the trail is merrily babbling, as are the kids in their neon-laces, that glow in the dark this evening. Hyperbole and pandering is nothing new for politicians But a Republicon must have jumped the shark this evening. Sun prisms through the steeple’s stained glass windows On fallow fields struts a streak horned lark this evening. Columbia snakes against Rocky Butte and lush green canopy ’Mirage’ hopes this scene’s intact as we disembark this evening.
Notes: All couplets with the exception of the fourth are nature related. In a ghazal disjunctive ideas are perfectly fine, and I just couldn’t help but get that political dig in! I mean how else can you use the expression jumped the shark.
All the couplets refer to local imagery. In second couplet, for example, it is still common to see fields within the urban growth boundary. The third couplet refers to the brook on the neighborhood trail. The fourth couplet is specific to a church and fields on the edge of the urban-rural divide. But, I cannot say I have really seen a streak horned lark – which is endangered and I am assuming rare to spot in Oregon and Washington, its habitat. And the last couplet place reference is Portland airport which sits on the banks of the Columbia river.