Along the Trail

Day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2020

(Photo: Aashish Vaidya.  Image taken on a trail during early, foggy, but fine autumn morning.)

 

Along the Trail

 

Breeze carrying the fragrance of little white saucers with a purple stain along the trail

First the hailstorm, then a stream rushing down the rain drain, along the trail.

 

Runners and walkers, cyclists and skaters, everyone jockeying for position

Being social is natural, but physical distance we must maintain, along the trail.

 

A peacock preens its long iridescent train to attract a mate, that’s his nature.

A narcissus falling in love with his own reflection, that’s just vain (along the trail).

 

At peak hour, commuters ride shoulder to shoulder, earbuds to earbuds

All that glides on rails are empty carriages of an empty train, along the trail.

 

In the park, not too long ago, talented young poets exchanged rapid lines

All you hear now is ‘Mirage’ of rhythm and rhyme and tired, old refrain, along the trail.

 

Notes:  First day of NaPoWriMo 2020.  Today’s prompt is: “…write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances. For example, bowling, or shopping for socks, or shoveling snow, or teaching a child to tie its shoes.”

So as much as I would like to be as active and go hiking, I seldom end up.  However, after working from home, all day, I’ve been hitting the neighborhood trail lot more often than usual.  Not sure, if that hits the prompt precisely.  Also, ghazal as a form is disjunctive. That is, the couplets are seldom thematically tied, hence, I don’t know how much of a self-portrait really emerges in the ten lines.

I have posted it a primer on ghazal, in case you want to know about the form.  The little, white saucers is a reference to saucer magnolias which seemed to be  blooming everywhere, and are amazingly fragrant.

Well 1 down.  29 more to go.  Happy writing!  Be safe, be healthy, be kind!

A Ghazal for Earth Day

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.