Day 8, NaPoWriMo 2020
The tulips turn to me, and the windows behind me
reflect the rays of sun, as shadows lift, and blind me.
The crocuses sway gently laden with dew
I take their closeups, they don’t seem to mind me.
The experiences, genetics, expectations, biases,
aspirations, all combine together and defined me
It’s long odds for lightning to strike once much less twice –
By the end of the year, the trashcans of history will find me.
Not the streams of Netflix or Prime, nor Zoom happy hours,
It is your caress and gentle touch that wind and rewind me.
Faith in a huckster is certainly seductive, but it’s a ‘Mirage’
Fatalities follow and new realities confront and confine me.
Notes: Day 8 of NaPoWriMo 2020. The prompt is to, “peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots [Sylvia Plath Bot, @PercyBotShelley, @ruefle_exe, @carsonbot and @sikenpoems or @VogonBot] and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem. Need an example? Well, there’s actually quite a respectable lineage of poems that start with a line by another poet, such as this poem by Robert Duncan, or this one by Lisa Robertson.”
I didn’t use the bots. Instead I looked up a line from Tulips by Sylvia Plath and penned a ghazal. In the original Plath line, window is a singular not plural. I turned it into plural, so I can maintain subject-verb agreement to make the rhyme (qafiyah) come out correctly.